I saved the coffee pot from being ravaged by Mom and The Sister.

Mom: I turned the coffee pot off.

Me: O....kay. (It auto-turned off an hour ago, so this confused me.)

Mom: WELL, there wasn't a lot of coffee left. (This was whispered as if having a little leftover coffee was somehow shameful.)

Me: Okay.

A few minutes later.....

Mom: The Sister, we'll have to make more coffee if you want any....

The Sister: growl snarl hiss whine

Mom: How do we do this.

Insert a few minutes of clanks and clacks with snipey whispering.

Dad: They might need some help....

Me: Am I going to have to go make coffee?

Dad: No, no, just tell them what to do.

I give him a look.

Dad: Or maybe show them how this once.

I went and made the coffee, and then on the way back to my seat mentioned to Dad that I'd used the coffee pot for the first time this morning.