Sometimes when food comes down to my level (as opposed to the food I get from creeping up on counters when tom and jane aren’t looking) I always step aside. The habit is in my legs as much as my brain. I wait for Ms. Zhou to come barrelling up to take her share first. Then I realize she won’t and take my place at the bowl. It’s strange to not have to fight over getting my share. I suppose this odd feeling won’t last forever.