"If I sit right here she is sure to notice my disapproval."
"Even the the kibble is sub par today. I can't possibly eat those broken little nubs. I must have complete Xs."
(Francine will take one kibble out of her own dish, crunch it into nubs, and eat them all before starting on a new kibble. But I will not inflict Homer's leftover nubs on her.)
"Maybe if I just ignore the dreaded pâté, it will go away."
"But I really need to drop her a hint about the kibble." So he opened the cupboard door for me.
(Oh Jen, now I have to clean the toe kick.)