You woke up at 4 AM, starving, and naturally you rushed to your roommate, Vince's room to beg him to warm something up for you... He banned you from the kitchen after you almost set the flat ablaze trying to make cereal.

You crept into Vince's room and stood over him, poking his cheek as the only light crawling into the room was that of the hallway's lights creeping through the ajar door, shining right in Vince's eyes as they drowsily opened.

"Viiiiiiiince, make me somethingggg..." You whispered yo him, who sat up with an irritated expression.

You both were now in the kitchen, Vince heating up some leftovers from dinner for you as you sat contently at the table, staring at him.

"Hey Vince, last night I dreamed that I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustardd.." You told him, smiling like a drunkard. Vince just stared at you, debating if he's safe sleeping in the same house as you.

"Which is kinda weird, because usually you're mayonnaise..." You continued, as Vince just facepalmed and set the plate in front of you. "Just eat...."