Bacon.
Who can blame her? Personally, I find people who give me bacon much more desirable to be around than those who don't. It turns out that my granddaughter shares my love for the salty crispness of perfectly cooked bacon. She was a little hesitant when I gave her the first crumb, but after a moment, she decided that she wanted more. After a few tiny pieces, she looked up directly into my eyes (she was sitting on my lap), recognized who had provided such a wonderful experience, and smiled.
That's my girl.