You are honest.

But let us not talk of ourselves until after dinner.

Do you like the cake ?" She had given him a piece as large as his fist, and he bit off the end of it.
"Delicious!" he cried instantly.

"Think of it--nothing but bannock, bannock, bannock for two years, and only six ounces of that a day for the last six months! Do you care if I eat the whole of it--the cake, I mean ?" Seriously she began cutting the remainder of the cake into quarters.
"It would be one of the biggest compliments you could pay me," she said.

"But won't you have some boiled tongue with it, a little canned lobster, a pickle--" "Pickles!" he interrupted.