Oh-oh. Fio has run into the bugaboo of learning el espanol, that one person's Spanish is not another person's Spanish. She looked up her order on Google translator, then drove down to Golden Fried Chicken and tried to ask for six chicken wings en espanol--seis alitas, por favor--and was corrected. Wings are ales, at least at Golden Fried. Maybe in all of Tejas.
Not that the guy was rude or anything. He really liked the idea that Fio was trying to learn Spanish and told her to keep on using it, that she would get better and better every day. Uno hombre bueno.