*Balls*

No pun initially intended. Quoted verbatim:
Background information
Early morning, R is frantically packing a small half-set golf bag for a quick game at the 9-hole city course.
Monologue
R: (To self) Shit. Where are all my golf balls. I don't have any in the bag.
R: (Yelling to Dad at the other end of the apartment) Dad! Do you have any balls?
(5 seconds later)
R: (Kicking herself and rolling on the floor laughing. Meanwhile, Dad refuses to answer the question.)

Another eventful day in Hong Kong for the Mooncake. SEVEN days to go 'til Japan...~