Yeah. Right. All the time. [ Touma fumbles with the perfectly legitimate excuse. ] I do my own laundry, so I don't know where... hers goes. [ Welp. Process of elimination, he opens another drawer partway before turning to it and sliding it all the way open. ]
Anyway, here we go! [ For a change of topic. He pulls out two neatly-rolled hand towels and tosses one to Kitty. ]