RIC: What time did we go to bed? The last thing I remember was sitting outside.
ME: You went to bed just a little before me. I was in bed at 9:53.
RIC: That early? Well that’s a good thing, I guess. Surprisingly, I feel pretty good.
ME: That is a surprise considering you were drunk.
RIC: I was not drunk. I was tipsy.
ME: A distinction without a difference.
RIC: I am hungry.
ME: I thought you might be, so I made hash browns, and eggs scrambled two ways: one with sausage, onion, and red pepper; and one with bacon. I am warming tortillas to go with them. I made enough so that we can have breakfast tacos throughout week.
RIC: Yum. That sounds good.
ME: [Puts plate of food in front of Ric] Here you go.
RIC: Flour tortillas?
ME: Of course. One does not make breakfast tacos with corn tortillas.
RIC: [Gives me a forlorn look]. You know I prefer corn.
ME: [sighs] Tosses corn tortilla on hot comal.
RIC: You know what’s really great for a hangover?
ME: What do you want, now?
RIC: Spaghetti
ME: Open the wine.
RIC: Nooooooooo!