"What the-"
I scanned the apartment out of reflex, until I realized what Thomas was talking about. The fairy cleaning service had come while we were out, and in the ten minutes we were gone the apartment had become spotless.
"How…." He turned to face me.
I debated internally for a moment.
Thomas looked at me expectantly.
So I smiled at him, went to the cupboards, and opened it to find dozens upon dozens of bottles of ketchup.
Inside, I groaned, but I turned to face Thomas, taking comfort from his dumbstruck expression, and said casually "Hope you like hotdogs."