Cue your server who magically appears with:
or if you're dining in a linen-tablecloth-with- unwrapped-utensils-on-the-napkins restaurant,
~~~a dessert cart~~~
"Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake, Deep Fried Pecan Pie, Maple Bacon Bread Pudding served with Buttermilk Ice Cream, Salted Peanut Gelato, Lemon Syllabub and Passion Fruit Trifle, and a Hot Banana Soufflé with Caramelized Rum Banana topping prepared tableside."
Several seconds pass while you work at recovering from the sugar coma you've been aurally and visually thrown into. Hastily you review your intake of dinner calories, ('grrr...tonight of all nights I had to go with a twice-baked potato All The Way instead of mashed!''), and are preee-ty sure you should decline dessert. But Wait!!! What about that extra fifteen minutes you spent running on the treadmill this morning at an increased gradient? That puts a plus mark in your I Really Want Dessert column, doesn't it? At least a big enough plus mark to equal a tiny dessert?
"I'll have the gelato please."
(Of the six options it looks the least calorically lethal AND you'll be getting some protein from those peanuts.)