You probably would have heard the same crinkling sound in the washing machine that I did at that very moment. You might have wondered if I was planning to address the crinkle or planning to ignore it and launch the wash cycle instead. Seeing me eventually sigh and thrust my arm into the washing machine would answer your question and you'd wait patiently as I rummaged around finally pulling out this:
We'd have shared a nice laugh about sorting our laundry into whites, lights, darks, and soup from now on and wondered together just how long that soup mix had been in the hamper and how the #^(% it got there in the first place. That would be the end of our exchange though because Dorothy would have overheard us and woken up and I'd have to punch back in. Dorothy would absolutely need to know how DO dinosaurs say goodnight at that very instant and off I would shuffle, leaving you to deal with the onion soup.