It's apparent that she's picked up a lot from watching all those ballgames on TV.

"No, no, no, nooo," he whines as he steps back to let her down and she slides out of his arms. Without the shared body heat, he's really starting to feel that chill, so he takes a towel and wraps it around his waist.

"Please, honey, I'm fine. We can totally play through this. C'mon, batter up!"

It's one last wholehearted yet lame attempt at the metaphor game.