A moment of life:
Me *poking my head into Brett's office*: Hey, did the orange kitchen shears get back here?
Brett: No, why, are they missing?
Me: They're nowhere!
(Believe me, I searched before asking. I am the one who finds things. More than once, he has asked me to put something on the grocery list because we are "out", only for me to find the item behind something in the fridge. Really, just move one item and there it is. We laugh.)
Brett [calling out as I walk down the hall from his office]: Is it in the pizza box?
Me: What pizza box?
I looked around... no pizza box, not on the kitchen table or out on the porch waiting for the trash to go out. I didn't remember there being a pizza. Then...
Brett *coming into the kitchen and going straight to the fridge*:...
Me: Oh! That's right!
I had completely forgotten about my urge to order a cheese pizza for us to split as a snack the night before. Unusual behavior, unusual night. When a pizza arrives, I use a paring knife to separate the re-melting cheese between the slices; he uses the kitchen shears.
It's (probably not) the first time he's been the observant one who finds something. Also, I hadn't had my coffee yet, so maybe that's why I didn't even open the fridge, let alone move things around.
He had left them in the pizza box... but I was the one to close the box and put it in the fridge when we realized we weren't going to finish it. So who "left" them in the box?