Mel laughed, raising her arms (and therefore the basket) in mock-defense. The basket bounced against her torso when the ball hit it, making her realize that, perhaps, it was not the best thing to be holding during a stress ball fight.
"I have to warn you," she began, peeking from over her arm. "I have a lot more balls than you do." She paused, snickered, then added cheerfully, "And mine might be bigger too."
That was the reason Mel had never gotten along with girly girls -- her sense of humor ran along the same tomboyish lines as her hobbies.
Setting the basket down in a manner that could be called dropping it, she picked up two more of the stress balls to toss in his direction.