"Hey, it's the right size."
"Oh, yeah? Well, what's with this--tor-TILL-uh nonsense?" I mutter, reading the menu.
"I still won't. Oh, look, a butterfly..."
"Alrightie then." I smiled and ripped it off the roll.
I held in a laugh, "Tortilla. You know... A taco shell?"
"Who not?" I asked, not taking my eyes form her.
I sit down on the bed and smile at him, waving. I couldn't stop giggling to myself. He looked as if he was ready to kill something.
"A tortilla is this-- bread-ish... thing... I guess. I don't know how to explain. But that;s what holds the meat and stuff in."
"Well, you could spell it backwards and say 'on'."
I laughed a bit and smiled, "Come on, they'll know something's up. can't you just peel back a little and crawl back in?"
"But, I don't understand. Why won't you tell me? Secrets are for people who have something to hide!"