It's lovely. My clients are so grateful for the companionship that they want to feed me: breakfast, lunch, snack, coffee, candy. All the time, eat, eat, eat more. It goes with the Italian territory, which I fully understand, being Italian. I've sat at my grandmother's kitchen table many a morning, noon, or night. The coffee and obligate plate of cookies at the ready.
As part of my joy I accept a first slice, and linger over each bite. Stretching out the eating to fill our time. All the while, politely refusing the offer to eat more - for my health.
The things we do for love.