[Context: We just defeated a medusa in a village where she’d turned all the inhabitants to stone. We sent off to the capitol for some paladins to help us heal them all. My chaotic neutral Druid got bored with waiting for them to show up.]
[Additional context: Our Warlock is played by my girlfriend.]
Me OOC: I go into each of the houses and steal one left sock from everyone.
DM: Yeah, okay. You now have 52 pairs of socks.
Me OOC: No no, just the left ones.
DM: Okay, you have 52 left socks.
Me OOC: Okay now I’m gonna hide them around the village and in the woods, but not like super well you know? Just well enough that they’re gonna wonder if there’s more missing.
DM: Fuckin sweet, I’m not even gonna make you roll, that’s amazing.
Warlock OOC: Why do you do these things?