The little round ball, which was impressive, if you can imagine folding a sheet of paper to create a ball without crumpling it or cutting it, rolled merrily along the table top into Anne's lap, where she paused to retrieve it. "They just need reminding," Anne replied, with her usual deadpan expression, which looked just like her friendly one and just like her withdrawn one. While hitches in her conversation might be easy to read, and exceptions might be made for... certain kinds of people, her expressions generally were not transparent.
They both leaned forward a little to look inside the bucket. A five dollar bill (that Anne had contributed herself), and sixty-seven cents, which had been in the bucket before she'd appropriated it for her cause. "I just sat down an hour or so ago," she explained.