The exchange of stress balls was short-lived, as it became apparent that Mel was no strategist. As Colin's balls bounced off her shoulders, her arms, and other parts of her body, Mel whipped them in his direction, three for each one he sent back her direction. She had good aim, but her haste to empty her basket first certainly did not contribute positively to her onslaught.
At last, she had been completely disarmed by her wild attempt to out-throw him, and, with a laugh, she scampered for cover behind a display of garden seeds -- flimsy cover at best.