Dad: Hey, you know those silver things I take to work everyday?
Me: What?
Dad: The things next to the flour in the kitchen??
Me: *understanding nothing but not wanting to say ‘what’ again* Yeah
Dad: There’s Silencer in them. Should be piping hot.
Me: *intrigued af* Silencer? Like...? *like a gun??? Piping hot??? Like STOLEN?? What sort of silver things—?!?*
Dad: The coffee we literally got yesterday? Called Silencer??
So anyways I have hot coffee out of nowhere and right when I needed it. I mean I thought I was being pulled into a Julian Bashir-esque spy conspiracy for a moment, but coffee is just as well













