I have failed in my laundry sorting.
“There’s a particular shortage of socks” Hub observes as he pairs a little stash of his socks before going to work.
Later, he notices that Scooter is wearing an oddly familiar pair of socks.
“I had none” Scooter laments.
“You could have paired some” I point out to him. Hub is on the point of agreeing with me when something catches his eye.
“Are you wearing a pair of my socks?” Hub asks.