The two of you were sitting next to each other on a bench watching two cadets fighting each other in training.

"Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were a mustard.." He looks at you from the corner of his eye then he frowns his eyebrows.

"Which is weird cause usually you're a mayonnaise in my dreams.." He turns his head towards you.

"Why do you suppose that is?"