I don't have any more oats in my bowl. So...what are the chances of you giving me another scoop? You don't even need to let River know--just don't let her see you scoop 'em! It'll be our little secret.
This happens every night when the only remnants of oats are the dusting of crumbs on his nose and the hork-ified oat powder he can't lick up from the bottom of his food bowl. It's hard to say no to that little face.