Cacao:

Being a sober, serious sort of Spirit, Cacao found more pleasure in food than in drink. Unless, of course, the drink was hot spiced cacao. And he found that his, er, body aroma, seemed to draw in the ladies. The Celts in particular; he winked knowingly at one green-dressed lass. A goddess? Oh yes, and a feisty one.

Cacao began talking to a group of Romans. Cacao, so serious some times. He began to explain the history of Chocolate, one of his favorite topics.

Not for long, though.

Mezcal appeared, "Wffun U jest shaddap, u stinker." This was directed at Cacao, but whoever it was in between them thought Mezcal meant him. Ok, so the two of them began insulting each other, with Mezcal at a distinct disadvantage:

"What you say?

"Yr Muffa."

"What?"

It is rather difficult to maintain an insult match that way. Cacao abandoned the Americas area of the Four Corners Bar and Grill.

"Oh hello, stinker." It was Tequila, smiling, twisting her arm around his. He knew she was up to no good, but hey, it felt good. He could disengage when he needed. "I've been trying to make people sample the essense of Tequila, of my deep agave self. I think these people here, I think they think it an acquired taste. Don't you disagree?"

"Um. I don't - drink."

"I know that, silly. But we Mesos have to stick up for each other. Meso-americans. I think there are some other people about who call themselves Meso. So, let's stick up for each other. Just a taste of tequila? I bet it mixes nicely with chocolate?"

"Maybe I'll use an agave plant for a toothpick." But he followed Tequila on a tour through the other sections of the bar. Not that she didn't just flirt with him; she flirted with anybody. As Cacao didn't trust her to begin with, this didn't disturb him.