“Well?” Magdalene asked, with a knowing grin.  Anton had just started on his third taco; this one had grilled cod as its centerpiece.  The first two featured chorizo and pulled pork.  Adding to the various meats’ distinct flavors were green and red salsa, onion, radish, cabbage, avocado, cheese, cilantro, and a few other ingredients he was probably forgetting.  “Fuckin’-A, Mags, this rocks!  They all do!” he exclaimed, evidently enjoying the culinary delights.  Chortling at his profanity, she stated simply, “Told you.”<br/><br/>Not quite done with his effusive compliments to the chef, Anton added, “And these mini tortillas are amazing.”  She smiled, while pulling on a<i>cerveza.  </i>“Why thank you, Anton.  I made them myself,” she pointed out.  His eyes widened, as he needed to confirm, “You made these?”  Nodding, Magdalene reached for a chorizo taco, and then said, “For sure.  My grandmother taught me.  The trick is to make them just a little bit thicker than normal.  That way, they can soak up all those sauces and not fall apart.”<br/><br/>The grilled cod taco heartily consumed, Anton also swigged on his<i>cerveza </i>to wash it all down and cleanse his palette.  He had eyes for a pulled pork confection next.  Finally succumbing to how full they were less than an hour later, he waved the white flag on any further taco consumption.  He had lost track, but he was pretty sure he laid waste to at least six, two of each.  “I stand corrected, Mags.  Those are worthy of the term<i>famous</i>.”  She smiled with delight.<br/><br/>Clean-up complete, Anton whistled, saying, “Whoa, look at the time.  I’d best be getting home.”  Magdalene, however, was having none of it.  “I don’t think so, mister.  You’re not walking home at this hour, I’m not fit to drive, and you’re not calling a cab.  The only remaining option is for you to spend the night.”<br/><br/>“C’mon, Mags,” he whined.  “Don’t c’mon Mags me,” she rebutted.  “I can’t think of a better way to cap off such a great day with you.  Now why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room, and I’ll make us some coffee.”  She winked at him for added emphasis.