I don't remember precisely what we were talking about, something about cheating, obviously, when Eugenio uttered a phrase I'd never heard. Why eat hamburgers when you have steak at home.

The conversation in my head went directly to dismissing this phrase as defeating its own purpose, because sometimes a hamburger is preferable, right? And then the whole piece of meat thing.

He must have known I'd over think it. Later that night when we were having a moment, because we're gross, he said, "You're my steak...and I'm your burrito."

Oh, snap.