There's a way of saying what she wants to that won't be completely embarrassing, she's almost positive, and maybe it's had something to do with the drink already running through her system, but right now she starts to fumble for her words, and finally Ellen settles for cutting herself off, pinching her lips together firmly and ducking her head with a laugh.

"Okay, how's this: you probably wear a different size than he does," she finally adds, after a beat, but then somehow she finds a way to even ruin the most non-incriminating way of stating what she wants to. "And probably in everything."