DoY: Waitress! WAITRESS!
Me: Your grace, what have I told you about calling me that?
DoY: oh right, Waitressjanet!
Me: (surrendering) Yes Your Grace?
DoY: I want a cookie.
Me: You actually don't.
DoY: I do too! Give me one!
Me: Your grace, you don't like cookies. You just want what I have here.
DoY: I want a cookie!
Me: If you really wanted one, why did you step over the plate that has three of them, to come and stare at my mouth?
DoY: Yours looked tastier.