You gonna eat that?

That dreaded awkward moment finally came. The last piece of pizza. Tyler wanted it, or he at least knew that he could eat it. He shot a glance at Meg curled up next to him on the couch with both legs folded underneath her. She had already been looking at him. Tyler peeked down at her plate. Empty! She could eat, that's what he liked about her. They made eye contact again, both conveying the same message. Halfsies was not an option.

Meg made a subtle display of checking her clothing for sauce drippings. That's when Tyler noticed the checkmate. She was still wearing her scrubs. She had just worked a twelve hour shift, he couldn't compete with that. He put one hand on his stomach, waved defeat with the other, and made an I-couldn't-eat-another-bite face. Meg raised her eyebrows to confirm his certainty of such a noble sacrifice. Tyler gave a sure nod. Meg untucked her legs so she could reach the pizza, but they hadn't noticed the other pair of hungry eyes in the room.

Barely able to reach the treasured human food even with both front paws on the table, Skeeter managed to get a corner of the square pizza slice in his mouth. As soon as felt confident in his hold Skeeter made his escape, scampering off to his doggie bed, the perfect hiding place.

Meg turned to Tyler with mouth agape at the audacity of that little creature. Tyler couldn't suppress a smile and a sly shrug.