Context: Our party, consisting of me, Azriel, a Dragonborn Fighter, and Ra, a Kajit Barbarian, has just made it to the town of Orc Shire to pick up a future party member. We enter the town and we see people dressed nicely heading towards a Chapel.
Me: Looks like it’s Sunday.
Ra: What’s Sunday?
Me: It’s a day when the sun is out. OBVIOUSLY
Ra: Oh so then everyday is Sunday
Our DM is just staring at me at this point
DM: *To me* You take 1d4 lightning damage and as you look up you see that’s it’s a clear sunny day
Me (OOC): *Laughing* I’m not marking that