"I promise you, Angelique, this is all on the level. I won the bet fair and square. Dinner and a night's accommodations at Chateau LeAmodanin for two for the winner. And I won." Napoleon added smugly. He was ecstatic, as reservations at the secluded, upscale lodge were extremely hard to come by.

Angelique was not so easily persuaded. "And you are positive that disgusting rat of a partner of yours has no idea I am the one accompanying you to this lovely evening?"

"My dear, he has no clue. I told him I was taking a girl from the secretarial pool."

Illya chuckled softly as he listened to this exchange. Napoleon had obviously forgotten his own maxim. "Smart Russian!" Illya had placed a nearly undetectable bug in the collar of Napoleon's jacket, figuring that, since Napoleon wasn't on a mission, the jacket had a better than 73% chance of surviving their encounter. Once he realized Angelique was the evening's paramour, he reconsidered with a smirk, and lowered the odds to 57%...

Now all that remained was for Illya was to confirm Napoleon's reservation for Saturday evening at the Chateau, so that he could be sure of the room number. Then he would make the call that would mark "paid" to this final bit of his revenge. Lastly, he would call the caterer. The fact that Angelique was the one falling into Illya's trap along with Napoleon just made it all so much sweeter!

He confirmed the reservations then made his next call.

Illya grinned evilly as the connection was made. He switched to a language not taught in any university. It was one thing that made his minion friends so valuable…he could converse with them on missions, and no one could understand a word they said.

"Hello, Kevin…Yes, it's me. I want to invite all of you to a pajama party this Saturday evening. It's being hosted by my friend Napoleon and a lady friend of his. There will be lots of food. They really want you all to come…. No, unfortunately, I will be out of town that day…Yes, I know, I'm sorry, too.

Listen carefully… A limousine will come to take you to the party…What's that? Snacks? Oh, yes, there will be snacks in the limo, of course. When you get to the hotel…yes, hotel. Calm down, Kevin…thank you. The party will be in the Grand Suite, Room One at 9 pm. I know it's kind of late, but it is a pajama party, after all…Napoleon would be very disappointed if you can't all be there…Yes, plenty of food, I promise. Yes, of course, I will hold while you ask…"

Illya could barely contain his laughter as he waited. "You will? All of you? Oh, that is good news. Now, this is a surprise party, so you must be very quiet when you get to the room. Do not knock. Just burst in and yell "Surprise!" What? No, no…He will be happy to see you, I promise…So happy he will be speechless. What's that? Yes…I know, that would be something to see. Yes, Kevin. See you soon, bye-bye."

After he got off the phone with Kevin, and then the caterer, he made one last call to his florist. He ordered a dozen roses to be delivered shortly after the mayhem began, with a card bearing only his first name.

And Illya grinned…he wondered what the hotel staff would think of a truck delivering 500 bananas to a room, but Napoleon would think twice before sticking him with an outrageous dinner party bill ever again…

~The End~

A/N: And yes, I get the complete illogic of Illya spending all that money over being miffed about money… go figure.