...yeah, right, in my dreams.
Along with "of course we won't pick at our first course then fling ourselves on seconds like starving locusts" and "but at the same time will clearly recognise the difference between lovingly hand-crafted pudding and a cheaply nasty ice cream bought by our father".
Harrumph. Don't know why I bother. Well, actually I do, it's because I'm getting the chance to eat things I like, hahahahaha. But it's still pretty damn galling. Am I alone, eh?