Lets you return the favor.

"Oh?!" you ask her, standing up. "And what might THAT be?!"

"C'mon, John !" she says, laughing briefly. "You said you knew who I was, so that probably means you know what I do with guys, too!"

"That's true!" you finally admit.

Samantha turns, heading back towards the room she'd led you into. Soon, however, she turns around when she realizes you aren't following her.

" John ?!" she asks. "Aren't you coming?!"

"Yes!" you say, waving her off. "Just call for me when you're dressed in something you don't mind getting a little dirty!"

"But it's your birthday!" she insists. "Your own parents threaten to kick you out, without getting you much of a gift at all. Then, you get the job they **** you to find, only to get coffee spilled on your clothes!"

"Yeah!" you say. "So?!"

"'So'?!'" she replies. "So, now it's your turn to spill something on me!!"