>Please Anon, just one little nibble?
“For the thousandth time Grey Mouse, no.”
>”But Anon, I love it so much.”
“You know what happens when you eat cheese, has the memory of the fondue we ate last newyears eve faded from your mind that quickly?”
>”But it was so romantic.”
“Yes it was but choking back my own vomit for a week from the smell you extruded was definitely not.”
>”Just a sample of havarti.”
“No.”
>”A smidgeon of brie.”
“Grey Mouse, no.”
>”A small bite of blue cheese?”
“I said No! Don’t make me lock you up in your cage again during the evenings like we used to.” 
>Grey Mouse stomps off in a huff and proceeds to run off her anger on her wheel.