You woke Vincent up at 3 am to warm up some food because god forbid you using a microwave.

You lean over him shoulder and start going on a little rant.

"Last night , I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup , and you were mustard~" You smile

He blinks at you , completely exhausted and wanting to get back to sleep

"Which is weird , cuz you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that it?" You look at him

You look at eachother silently.

"Just eat." He says, exhausted