I’m totally not begging. Really. I’m just observing your eating habits. It’s fascinating, the culinary behaviour of humans. Just fascinating. If you don’t mind, what is the origin of that cheese-covered bread crust peeping at me from the upper left quadrant of your plate? I’m just curious. I’m a big fan of cheese, by the way. It’s kind of, like, a life calling for me. But don’t mind me; by all means continue with your meal. I’m just an impartial observer. How does it taste? I’ve always said that you were an excellent cook; other people might not share that opinion, but I know it as fact. I’m just wondering, as a matter of detached interest, are you planning to eat that aforementioned crust of bread? I’m just curious, because if you weren’t going to eat it, I could be prevailed upon to ensure that it doesn’t go to waste. Humans are so wasteful. Oh, I don’t mean you… you’re different. You wouldn’t just throw out a perfectly nourishing 5 cheese bread dripping with paillot de chevre if there was a hungry mouth that would be grateful even for the tiniest crumb.
I’ve always said that you were the best person ever.
Me: Tierce! Stop begging!
Tierce: I’m not begging.
Mischa: He’s not begging.
Me: He’s staring at me.
Tierce: Well, not at you…
Mischa: He’s just interested in what you’re doing.
Me: Tierce! Go away!
Mischa: Look, now you’ve hurt his feelings.