[ Rex lets out a huff, but there's a lot less annoyance in his voice when he speaks again and there's force behind the complaints. Because man, the other dude sounds like he really needs the laugh, and César's laughter is making something warm rise in his chest. ]

Because I craved tacos and burritos, not bland communion wafers and that weird grape wine! ... ... huh, I know what those taste like. Weird! And stop laughing!

[ Which elicits César to start laughing anew. There's shuffling movement and the sound of a pillow fwumping repeatedly against a body. It cuts breaks into César's laughter as he tries to move away. Unsuccessfully. ]