Proverbial neurotypical part of me walking into the room: Why are you lying under the bed?
Me: Looking for a hammer.
Them: Pardon?
Me: I have no clue where Roomba put it.
Them: That ... does not help.
Me: After the DYI was done, I put the hammer next to the door to bring it down to the cellar later. Roomba went on duty and since the hammer is small, just moved it somewhere and now I'm trying to figure out where it is.
Them: I ... actually feel relieved ...