Purse

"Ow!" She said as he squeezed her shoulders a little too tightly. A back massage had been a nice idea, but her back was too stiff for his rough hands.
"Do you have anything but knots on your back?" he asked.
"I don't think you can squeeze the knots away," she retorted with a twitch of pain.
He continued the rub. "They have to be worked out. It's not my fault your back is so bad."
"Are you blaming me for the pain?"
"Yes," he answered. "You are the one who chooses to carry around a heavy purse and lift things with your back."
Her face cringed. "We live in a dry climate, I need to carry around a water bottle. It's not even that big of a water bottle."
"And at least one book--"
"You never know when there might be time for reading!"
"And sunglasses, nail clippers, GPS, wrist brace--"
"I'm prepared for anything!"
He turned her around to facing him. "What don't you have in that purse? Duct-tape fixes everything, do you carry that around too?"
She gave him an innocent smile, "There have been times when I have."
"No," he said in disbelief. "Why would you carry around duct-tape?!"
"It is really helpful when dancing barefooted on hardwood flooring."
He rolled his eyes, "You would probably look like a kidnapper or criminal. You don't have a pocketknife in there, do you?"
"Don't be silly," she told him. "That goes in my pocket."
He looked at her with disbelief so she pulled out her small pocketknife and laughed at his expression.