Giving it a playful sniff, Angela plops it on her head where it doesn't fit quite as snugly as it should. "At least it doesn't smell like boy."

Not that she has a problem with boys smelling like boys. Then again, Angela has no problem with boys at all. History says so.

"You do construction at home?" she asks with her head fully secure and the hat slipping down into her eyes. She looks more like a little kid playing dressup than a grown woman.