It's a texture thing
I'm at Moe's, ordering a chicken soft taco.
Me: Just a tiny, tiny pinch. Tiny bit.
He sprinkles on a little bit of cheese and looks up: More?
Me: Nope, that's perfect, thank you.
He looks at me like, you are such a weirdo, what is the point of even PUTTING cheese on your taco if that's all you're going to have?
Him: Lettuce? Tomato?
Me: Nope, that's great, thank you.
Him, folding up the taco: Anything else?
Me: Yeah ... can I get a side of queso?
He looks at me like, OK, now you really ARE a weirdo.
Him: You know that queso is cheese, right?
Me: I know, I know.
Him: You know that's a little unusual, right?
Me: What can I say, I'm one big contradiction.
Him: Keeps them guessing, huh?
Ohhhh, yes. Swishy, woman of mystery.