"Orien, you're early..." Sabi pauses, hefting the overflowing laundry basket she is carrying, eyeing the expression on Orien's face. "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, Sabi, I..." Orien pauses. "Uncle hasn't reported any thefts, has he?"
"I don't think so." Sabi frowns. "I'm sure he'd have noticed if his recorfs didn't match."
Records! Of course! Orien brightens. "Oh yes, thanks Sabi!"