Anyway, there was one piece left tonight. I'm not sure how that happened. Maybe the man ate an exceptionally large piece that first night or he had a bonus slice off-camera. But somehow we ended up with an odd piece. The general rule in these situations seems to be that chocolatey treats go to me and most others to him. Tonight, however, was an exception because I knew he really wanted it.
"You've still got a piece of pie," I said.
"No, I want you to have it."
"No, you take it."
"But I don't need it." <-- always said in Denholm Elliot's voice from A Room with a View
"You should have it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's all yours."
He did finally take it. He gave me a bite, though :)