
Sunday dinner, everyone's had seconds, and there it sits: one perfect crispy roastie. No forks have moved yet, but the tension is real.
Put the items in your preferred order.

The one who cooked it
They've been in that kitchen since half ten and their hair smells of goose fat. Surely that earns you a potato?

The guest who's being polite
They've said no twice while staring straight at it. Someone needs to put them out of their misery.

The teenager who's still growing
Six foot two, appetite of a small horse, and no shame whatsoever. Claims it's basically medical.

Whoever's on washing-up duty
There's a mountain of greasy tins waiting by the sink and they've volunteered. A potato is the least we can do.

Grandad, who hasn't said a word
He won't ask. He'll just glance at the dish, then at you, then back at the dish. Devastating.
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