Is it Thing One?
Thing Two, perhaps?
Or, was it this little devil?
Either way, rest assured that no one was harmed and that none of the animals (of the four-legged kind) were fed directly from the table and that burping, sneezing and random acts of flatulence - not to mention, various other forms of expelling one's bodily functions and there ARE many, trust me - were kept at a minimum during the filming of last night's dinner.
We're not total heathens, you know!
But, do NOT try this at home, I am a professional and have been laughing at the face of etiquette since 1993!
Sooooo....whose plate is it, anyway?
[Edited to add: Dana, you hit the beefy on the head, it was Mini-me and you'd be surprised how...um...disgusting she can be, with a piece of London broil. Garth (not his real name) and I refer to her as, "our little carnivore!" Kate, not this day....but, thanks for playing along, anyway!]