Porter: I would like a quesadilla.
Me: You’re having noodles for dinner. (having made neither)
Porter: I really like a quesadilla please.
Porter: I like it cold.
Me: Well, I have to hear it up to melt the cheese.
Porter: I don’t LIKE cheese.
Me: That’s what a quesadilla is.
five minutes later
Porter: Nice quesadilla Mama. Thank you.
(So easily and 50% chance of going the other way!)