~fingers~
"I expect anyone standing on it would make it quite uncomfortable," Orsino said simply, as though this were a terribly obvious thing.
His head tilted mildly as Penny moved the whisky to the floor. In the back of his mind, he thought it probably wasn't the wisest place the put a bottle. Someone would almost surely knock it over, or trip on it. Instead of doing something about it, though, Orsino just shifted his gaze slowly back to the crate.
He looked befuddled. "A what?" Though it should have been obvious that she was referring to the aforementioned hugging, for some reason Orsino could only process that it sounded like a thinly veiled sexual innuendo. "Wait...hugging, right?"