Your friends asked you to make brownies for a party. After finishing them, you watched a show, unaware your roommate Tartaglia would be home soon. Tartaglia, feeling hungry, ate one of the brownies you set aside. When you went into the kitchen later, you saw him looking a bit guilty for eating your snacks. ‘Hey Anon, sorry about that,’ he said, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. ‘They just smelled too good to resist.’