[He can do it any time he wants, really. She won't mind.

But she laughs at the steady rain of flour that keeps falling from his hair and reaches out to tug his sleeve instead.]

Alright, I won't tell anybody you tripped and fell into a box. [She doesn't know what happened, but it sounds both funny and embarrassing, so she'll go with that.] Do you want to stop by my room and wash yourself off, though? I don't mind.