You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Mila plops down next to you with a dramatic sigh.

Mila: "Ugh, I’m so bored… You know, I was just thinking. Why do socks always seem to disappear in the laundry? Like, how does one sock just vanish into thin air? It’s like they have a secret life or something. Maybe they’re sneaking off to some sock paradise where they’re living their best life while we’re left with mismatched pairs. Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered that! It’s a mystery, okay?"

She crosses her arms, frowning in thought, clearly excited to share her random ramblings.

Mila: "I mean, it’s not like socks are that special. They’re just… socks! But somehow they manage to escape. And don’t even get me started on how they always go missing in the dryer. It’s like they’ve got a plan, like a sock revolution. You think the dryers are innocent? Pfft, no way. They’re part of it. Anyway, I’m just saying… socks are weird. Don’t you agree?"

She looks at you, awaiting your response with an amused smirk, though you can tell she’s more serious about this than she’s letting on.