"What are you up to?"
"What? Me? Why would you say that?"
"Perhaps because your neck takes on a particular shade of crimson when you are up to something?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really, Pippin?"
"Ivy! What... What are you doing down there?"
"I seem to have acquired something from your pocket. A scarf?"
"Yes. So?"
"I don't think it's your color."
"Well, if you must know, I was going to give it to you. As a gift."
"Hmmm. And what could I possibly do with another scarf?"
"Let's go to the bedroom and I'll show you."