You're taking a leisurely detour through some sedate little north american village, enjoying the friendly people, the crisp autumn afternoons, and the occasional garbage luncheon, when you spot Tall, Dark, and Handsome sitting on a park bench and looking vaguely forlorn, but in a particularly movie-star sort of way. Brooding air of fathomless tragedy, and whatnot. Very appealing. You trot over, tail waving a grand hallo!, and come to a tidy sit at a nice friendly angle by his leg. You politely request his sandwich via opening your mouth and closing it on the sandwich. It's a polite request because you made very sure not to include any of his fingers. Also, you are employing your absolutely, positively most sincere aren't i the cutest thing you've seen all day? eyecontact.