Fin (Circling legs of parents as they eat at dining table): Mew!
Dad: Fin! Knock it off!
Fin: Mom! Psst! Throw some scraps down!
Mom: No Finny. You know you're tummy has been upset, so no steak bites.
Fin (Leaping onto the chair left pulled out in error): Hey Oh! Steak!?
Fin (Sniffing): Is that Medium Well? Steak is a well known tummy tamer!
Dad: Get down.
Sadly, despite my mad poaching skills, I was denied my beefy prize.