I'm winning. *g*
In the final proof that I named them aptly, Napoleon bosses and bullies her brother, and even when I give them separate bowls, she thinks nothing of shoving his face right out of his and having a look to see if what he's got is better. And him? He just sighs at her, rolls his eyes, and switches to the other bowl.
I swear I've never seen a cat roll its eyes before.