At the “other apartment”
Friend: Can I ask a stupid question?
Me: *You ask them all the time, how is this different from anything else* Sure.
Friend: How do I make a grilled cheese?
Me: *Do I laugh, or pull the motherly role*
Friends in Background: You don’t know how to make a grilled cheese? What the hell is wrong with you….
Me: Shut up! He wasn’t asking you. *Well, I opted for the mother role.*