"Dr. T." Harley set another balloon in the bowl and gave her companion a Look. "You just admitted to me that you're relieving stress by rearranging medications. Of course I'm not suggesting we throw them at people. We've gotta take baby steps, here."
She turned back to the sink, and for once, Harley nearly managed to sound like a Professional without even meaning to. "Everyone needs to have fun now and then. Let off some steam, laugh a little, or a lot. I know; I'm a psychiatrist. This is what I do." A final balloon was set on top of the others; they had five that weren't too full, and Harley gave them a critical look before shutting off the water, and picking up the bowl.
"No one's going to get hurt. You and I might get a little wet, but that's all. We won't even have to clean up the water. Now, are you going to stop protesting, stop finding reasons not to, stop acting so serious? Do you wanna come remember what it's like to cut lose and play a little?" She looked up at him, and held out her free hand.
"Or are you going to stay here and file your patient's records in reverse alphabetical order by their middle initial and whether they're allergic to peanuts?"