“You take the last piece,” implored Katy.
“No, no! I’m full … really,” replied Libby, holding her hands up in feigned protest. “You eat it, Kenny, honey.”
“Thought you didn’t want a chubby hubby,” replied her spouse, his eyes fixed on the dispossessed nugget of Black Forest layer cake.
“Guess it falls to you, Ben,” Katy said, gesturing toward the table.
“No room left in this bear’s belly. Sorry. I’m out of the running,” Ben said, his gaze resting on the vestige of what had been the shared dessert.