you were with your father, Makarov, you were sitting on his lap, while he was patting your head, reading a file while doing so. You were 5 at the time.

"Last night I dreamed that I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard.". you say happily

Makarov looks at you with the "what the f#ck" look

"And it was weird cuz you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?". you ask

Makarov looks at you. Not knowing if that was cute or completely stupid-