Replay any past riddle. Your streak and stats stay safe.
I keep a coat off the floor and a guitar in tune.
In court I am underage; in music I make the bright key turn wistful. What am I?
Turn me and a room opens; lose your grip on me and a boiling pan reminds you why I exist.
I come between a banana and three scoops; when trouble starts, I mean leave quickly.
A pianist may play me in syncopation; a mechanic may pull me from a pocket before checking...
Shaggy on a coconut, I can be combed into fibres that become the mat beneath your muddy bo...
I'm a jester in liquid form, making tongues wag and hearts warm. In my clear or amber flow...
Hailstones do it to a roof; hunters once brought home its other meaning.
A judge relies on me word for word; a DJ lets me circle beneath a needle.
I can keep a leaf above the pond, or send an uncommitted suggestion into the room.