I remember our family eating at someone else's house. We were served pie for dessert, and I innocently asked, "What's this?" Got your back, Ma!
When I did my hunt in South Africa I was the only hunter in camp. The first night the outfitter’s wife laid out a big dinner, including pie for dessert.
I ate it all, but afterwards told her that I’m not big on dessert so she didn’t have to trouble herself with that.
The outfitter almost had a heart attack. Apparently the only time he got dessert when when they had hunters in camp.