I am currently sitting on the little bench in his bedroom because that is the only seat left in his apartment. (The futon has gone to its final resting place.)
In front of me is a side table, which has a taped Rubbermaid container (contents: unknown) on top of it. That's where I am balancing Ish's laptop while I finish a couple things online.
Ish just walked past me, heading from the bedroom to the kitchen with something in his arms, mumbling the following statement, in all earnestness, make of it what you will:
If you're looking for your lingerie, it's in the coffee maker.