Awakened peckish at dawn, I was surprised to crave Tex-Mex food even if I haven't tried it. My Mexican and Texan new roommates heard me muttering to myself in the hallway to the kitchen.

"We have two burritos left." I presumed they offered.

"Can I have you?" I asininely asked.

They raised their eyebrows in confusion.

"Can I have two?" I rectified my greedy self.

They switched raising the other eyebrow.

"I want your burrito."

They chorused, "Only if we can eat your pink taco."

I agreed, contemplating whose burrito to try first: the Texan's, the Mexican's, or both simultaneously.