This picture cracks me the heck up.
When I go to the Tree of Happiness, I often pick an apple for me, too. It takes a little searching to find one that's not wormy or been pecked at by the birds, so when I find one that I can bite into with fairly high confidence that I'm not going to get extra protein, I enjoy it.
Skeeter does not enjoy this and believes that all the apples are hers. All the apples belong to Skeeter, and she wishes I would hurry up and learn that lesson.