Also from the "don't assume everyone is using the same definitions" department:
When I was about 13, my mom mentioned a couple strange cakes she used to make. One she called mayonnaise cake. Turns out you use cold coffee, cocoa, and then mayonnaise as the eggs and oil, to make a marvelously moist dark chocolate cake. Amazing.
But her mention of tomato soup cake freaked us all out. Yes, Campbell's Tomato Soup. In the cake.
She said it was the best spice bake possible, and made one, just to prove it.
After dinner my dad got a big slice. When he was done with it, he did something unthinkable to his children: he got seconds. Never in my life did I see my father take a second helping of dessert. As a child of the depression, he knew it was just wasteful. Yet, there it was. Seconds. Of tomato soup cake.
He said "I sure like this cake. I've been waiting 15 years for you to make it again."
My Mom replied "I didn't make it because you didn't like it."
"I never said that."
"You called it 'crummy.'"
"It is. Look at how it falls apart."
"You mean 'crumbly.'"
Next time you think you understand the confusing or unkind thing someone seems to have said, feel free to ask clarifying questions. Sure, maybe they really did hate the cake.
Maybe you just need to let it cool completely before serving.