In the elevator tonight I saw a housekeeping manager with a clipboard, and I asked her if there was a turn-down service. Looking at me inquiringly, I realized that she was not that proficient in English so I switched to my rudimentary Español (her name tag said she was from "Mexico") "Can I have a chocolate for the evening?" She asked how many, and I said "Dos" or two.
I left the hotel and returned to find two cups of Hot Chocolate on my dresser. My Spanish needs work I guess.