I can put up with sneaky slices disappearing from cakes (that you “never eat”) and I'll turn a blind eye to mince pies vanishing at Christmas (that you “never eat”).
But, please, not my salted caramel ice cream.
Do you want a retaliatory strike? I could look in the understairs cupboard and gaze at your gin bottles.
Or that bag of "'clothes for the charity shop" at the back of your wardrobe: I wonder what hidden treats I might find there?
Are you ready to negotiate?