"It's siesta, Diego," Victoria murmured after a few moments of silence. "You haven't eaten anything, have you? Let me get you something."
"Maria would be lying down by now," Diego said.
"When have I ever worried about that? I can make a few tamales."
"Tamales?"
"Weren't you always stuffing yourself with tamales every day in the tavern?"
"I have you know it was Mendoza. I was merely paying for them."
"There," Victoria said with satisfaction. "I see a Diego twinkle in those Zorro eyes."
He laughed a little. "It always astounded me that you never caught me out, Querida."
"Never?"