My mom has lost the Wok

Robyn the delightful nutritionist woman/cooking teacher/passive aggressive extraordinaire gave us her woks to use.

My mom lost them.

Now Robyn wants her woks back.

And we look like crazy cookware-kidnappers.

I didn't even know a wok was a thing until like, a week ago. I thought it was a style, like "italian" or "fried"

(To make matters worse, Mom consistently forgets to buy at least one crucial ingredient per week, and thus has to run out to the store and look silly. Every time.)

Me: She thinks we're...

Mom: She thinks I'm an idiot. She's always like [disdainful voice] "You forgot the asparagus?" and I'm like, "Fuck you"

For reasons my mom is hilarious, see above.

Love always,
Clara