"You're so fucking weird," she said.
It had been in response to something I had said.
She had kindly offered to make me a cup of tea, but the only tea immediately visible in the kitchen was Lapsang Souchong which, if you are unfamiliar with it, tastes like a bonfire in a cup.
"I'll go and explore the tea situation," she said, then did an impression of a person who very much did not want to go downstairs and explore the tea situation.
"You don't have to go and explore the tea situation," I said.
"The tea situation isn't the problem," she replied.
"It might be if it's hidden in the roof," I said.
What's so fucking weird about that?