Disclaimer: I don't own Angel.


"It's a taco, Blue" Spike explained to Illyria, who continued to stare blankly at the plate in front of her.

"Ta..co?" Illyria asked, cocking her head slightly.

"Yeah, it's a Mexican thing" said Spike, "You know, a corn chip shell filled with meat, lettuce and cheese. Fred used to love 'em." Illyria looked at him, annoyed.

"Just because this shell enjoyed these... tacos, does not mean that I, a God-King..."

"I know, Blue, just thought you'd like to try one is all."

"Okay, half-breed" said Illyria, lifting the taco from the plate, "But let it be known that I am sampling this food called the taco because I wish it, and my decision has nothing to do with you." The God-king lifted the taco to her mouth, took a rather messy bite, and chewed. "The taco pleases me. Bring me more."

"Of course, luv" Spike grinned.