Fleetfoot licked her licks. ''Hey Soarin, who did catering? This cake is amazing!''
''Ah, you like the cake?!'' A sweet voice rang out from behind a buffet table. ''Mulia Mild's Mildly Marvelous Creations, at your service, Ms...
''Fleetfoot'', the Wonderbolt replied, blushing slightly as the stately but warm mule trotted up to her.
Mulia shook her hoof. ''You know, pineapple upside-down cake is great for lovers. It adds a certain... je ne sais quoi to a partner's emissions.''
Fleetfoot's feathers now stood erect. Mulia noticed, and--smirking-- whispered conspiratorially, ''Room 309, 11 pm. You'll taste my sweet 🍍 juices.''
Fleetfoot fainted.