Annie chokes on a laugh at the loud voice (announcer? narrator? she has no idea), and watches as Philip picks up the hammer and-- well, the idea hits her at the same time it hits him, because she rushes forward, stopping short when he whispers.

She nods, puts the tray of lemonade down and as she's straightening back up, whispers, "Yeah, so you're probably going to hit your finger or something." Or throw the hammer at her head. Again.

"People are always screwing things up first, right?" She says it innocently, as if she'd never stayed up for five days at a time on Adderall, watching every single minute of every single one that came on.

"Better get a move on, sweetie," she says, worried about the punishment for not doing this quickly enough. She already ended up in her underwear once, it doesn't need to happen again. "You need to get that done before, um, the party!"