Roofies From People You Trust

Now that Christmas is over we move on to another celebration requiring gifts. Thank you, Marshall Fields, for reminding us what comes next. Every year for Valentine's Day, my dad sets up a little shrine for the three of us. It's candy in nature, as opposed to religious. He's done it as long as I can remember. Forever.
Tonight, at dinner, he suggests changing up the routine with "rubies."
"Rubies, David?"
"Rupies."
"Rupies, David?"
"Currency."
Carly cannot speak, she is laughing too hard.
"What?!"
"I thought he meant the damn date rape drug."