A few long, anxiety-riddled minutes later, he texted again to let me know that he was only asking “for future reference.”
My end was something like this:
*Fox starts doing electrical work on the house*
*Fox realizes safety should be first, goes to look for and cannot find a fire extinguisher*
*Fox texts Mandy to inquire*
After sending a text message (and realizing seconds later how it could be misinterpreted) there is a special pleasure you get when you intentionally wait to send another clarifying message. This effect is compounded if you know that person can do far worse with their own imagination than anything you could send them.