"So charming, you could eat off it."

It's a few weeks ago.
Im-oh-gen and I are visiting Hoskins.
The night is winding down, and then Hoskins recommends we chug some homemade wine.
Which I think is a good idea.
We spent the night.
Anyway, at one point, Luke, who is Hoskins' sister's missus, broke out a massive yule log.
I had a piece while Imogen skimmed off of my plate (a common practice).
I dropped a small dabble of yule onto my pantleg.
Imogen went for my plate again, and I said, "Whoa, eat the stuff off of my pants first."
"I don't want to eat yule log off of your pants," she replied.
"Well, we're going to be eating food off of each other's clothes eventually."
She pondered this, and then ate the cake off of my pants.