I sat in my room and enjoyed a quiet dinner; I forgot to turn on music, wasn't watching any videos, and Stan was not in the house. I decided to have a little dessert: Brie on crackers. As I proceeded to spread the somewhat decent brie on some rather bland crackers (the best ones I could find in the local grocery store, I'm afraid), Stan returned home. He walked by my door to say hello and then stopped in the door frame for 30 seconds, staring at me.
Me: "...Wh-"
Stan: "OH, I was confused about what you were doing." *Walks away*
I really don't see why he couldn't be more normal and just ask or something, but, hey, it's Stan.
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