Tuna Laundry?

Imagine this-

Sarah standing in the hallway folding a towel as white as snow and Downy soft to the touch.

Rachel sitting at Sarah's desk playing with her compy.

Sarah takes the towel to her nose. She inhales the scent.

S: Why does my laundry smell like Tuna?

With a gusto of a laugh, Rachel busts and leans over to grab her abdomen as she tries to catch her breath.

R: Sarah! Jessica is making Tuna!

Sarah grins and replaces the baffled look.

S: Oh! I was wondering what happened!

Story of my LIFE.