You know when you and your significant other order takeout. And your significant other gobbles every single piece of food. And you don't because you're "watching" your waistline even though you continue to order foods like Chinese.
A few hours later, your significant other asks you if he could eat your remaining food and you lie and say that you had a seafood meal because you know they hate it.
And your significant other seems to understand and you smile inside because you know you just rescued your Chinese food from going down someone else's throat.
And then the following day, you go into the fridge because you want to eat your left over Chinese food and it is no where to be found.
And when you confront your significant other all they can say is "there wasn't any seafood in it."
Instead of scream and talk about how rude it is, blah, blah, blah ... you wait for them to go to rugby practice and drink all of their favorite ice tea, even though you don't really care for ice tea.
And then when they mention that all their ice tea is gone you say, "so is my Chinese food."