Dinner.
At dinner, NEVER (and I can’t stress this enough)…NEVER tell anyone if they appear to be taking too much, if you have/haven’t had a portion of X yet, if the fate of the world revolves around one bite of horrid homemade rice mix. After all, you are the Martyr without a cause. And just because words EXIST, does that mean you HAVE to use them?
Speech should consist of the following ONLY: the dinner, tomorrow’s dinner, last night’s dinner, how much under-the-table undeclared money you made/missed out on that day, grumbling, grunting, and of course shooting down everyone else’s hopes and dreams with unwavering apathetic criticism.
Those of lesser stature (all except homeowner) do NOT need to be addressed, under any circumstances. If you deign to acknowledge them, be certain not to be friendly about it.
EVERYTHING must go: If that last 3 bites of rice pilaugh is going to be dumped, when until JUST before it is, then ask what is being done, then correct the problem either by causing guilt in the attempted dumpee, walking over (see “limp”) and doing it yourself in disgusted fashion, or get a small bag and put the food in there, to be useful as a side dish, most probably a “Here’s to knowingly evading taxation” apathetic triumphant bite. Then BACK TO WORK, Slacker!