I'm triggered! In my family of origin, there was a literal pecking order when it came to dinner: as the youngest, my plate got pecked at the moment my older siblings finished the good stuff on theirs. Nowadays, I don't mind sharing bites of something wonderful and unique at a restaurant, but ONLY IF I OFFER, and I would never ask somebody for a bite of theirs if they didn't offer first. Well, except for my husband. What's his is mine :-)