"Soooo, would you believe me if I told you that a completely unrelated event that wasn't me turned all our laundry into a mishmash of different colors?"

Bee looks sheepish as she sits next to the pile of assorted laundry on the floor that belonged to the both of you. All the clothing that Bee said she'd have washed was now marred by the colors of Bee's usual bright outfits.

Your roommate had mixed them, again.

"I thought it would be okay to just, shove em all in there to save time, but well..." Bee mumbles softly, pulling out one of your white shirts that's now almost completely yellow. Her spacey, brown eyes blink from the shirt to you.