Vaggie had arranged some cakes on a table in the dining room. Angel was the first to come in with both a disappointed and angry look on his face.
"What the Hell? You told us we were having quesadillas tonight!" said the tall spider demon.
"These ARE quesadillas. Quesadillas in El Salvador are coffee cakes." said Vaggie, "I told you we were having Salvadorian food tonight as a way to share my cultural heritage."
"But you said nothing about us having cake instead of cheesy quesadillas!"
"Why are you taking issue with this? I thought you liked food." said Vaggie.
"Yeah, but I also don't like being lied to!" said Angel.
"I didn't lie." said Vaggie, "I told you we were having quesadillas and that's what we're having tonight."
"QUESADILLAS DON'T COME WITH SESAME SEEDS!" screamed Angel.
"Ugh. Muy estupido." said Vaggie to herself before grabbing a slice, "Here. At least try one."
"I ain't eating that shit if I've been told it's something else." said Angel.
Vaggie then reached up, grabbed Angel by the bowtie and forced a slice of the quesadilla cake into Angel's mouth.
At first, Angel was offended that Vaggie had force fed him, but then he started eating the cake.
"Huh. This isn't actually that bad." said Angel, "I kinda like it."
"See? You got worked up over nothing." said Vaggie.
"Yeah... Though I don't like that you invaded my personal space." said Angel.
"The very reason you're here at the hotel." said Vaggie.
"Eh. Fair point." said Angel.