laughs. "... Fajitas."

glares at him, cursing some more and waving his hand around, as if that would help his burning hand. "Shut up!"

cracks up. "Ye said... fajitas!"

smacks him. "Fa-he-tas!" He pronounces.

laughs even more. "Farretas!"

hits him again. Harder.

rolls on the floor, laughing.

going to go get ice for his blistered fingers. Some best friend you are.

winces, sitting down. "What? The name is funny!"

rolls his eyes. "Fa-he-tas, you dumbass."

slaps the back of his neck, scooting close. "Fa-he-tas." he repeats. "I'm Dane, Spanish isn't for me..."

rolls his eyes again. "It's like mojito is mo-he-to. That's how you pronounce J's."

stares. "I am Dane!" he whines. "I don't speak this.. latin stuff."

snickers, wincing as puts ice on his fingers. "You can blame Spain for that."