"No. I do not. I'm not sure where it went. Maybe Daddy took it to school."
Rissa sighs deeply. I barely hear her say, "I call her 'Clicky'."
Rissa now speaks loudly and clearly. "I call her 'Clicky'."
"Did you just say that you call the container 'Clicky'?
"I call HER 'Clicky'!"
"Sorry. This container is a girl?"
"Yes, she is a girl. Don't judge my love!"
"I'm not judging..."
"You don't know what we have together..." I think at this point, Rissa flings an arm up to demonstrate her heightened emotional state.
"You are completely right. I DO NOT know, nor do I understand, the relationship that you have with the, uh... plastic container you have dubbed 'Clicky'. Not that there is anything wrong with that."
Still doing her best Garbo, Rissa exclaims, "Why can't you support my choices?"
"Every time I laugh today, I will do a different laugh."
"You do that little thing."
"I will!" She then lets out a burst of mad scientist mania.
"You are SO weird."
"Unique. I am unique."
"You're something alright."