"Okay." That actually wasn't that useful, which pleased Annie. "I already looked in the flour thingie," once more begging the question of why they even had a flour thingie, "I looked under the guest room mattress, I went through your whole closet...."

She tapped each of these items off idly against his shoulder as she listed them, frowning in thought. "Like, honestly, I almost feel like you would have been better off putting it in my underwear drawer or something because I already went through most of your stuff."

And by now she'd also been through most of her own stuff, too. But there was one fairly obvious, theoretically communal thing that she never used personally, and she had not looked in there.