The last thought Faith has, before stealing the blanket and bunking down on her third of the couch, is that Dawn is the only person she’s ever seen cry while watching Charlotte's Web.

She isn’t one to pass up an opportunity – being a Slayer helps, Buffy would've thought of it eventually – so, come breakfast time, when the bacon is duly cooked and divided, ambrosia-like (take that, word of the day calendar) onto each plate, right before Dawn tucks in, she comments off offhandedly, as innocently as if she were talking about the weather (not much, in other words);

"That’s some pig, huh?"

For some reason that completely escapes Faith, this seems to put Dawn right off her food.

Faith, being hungry, has no such problem and makes quick work of redistributing the unwanted edibles.

She has to fight B for the last slice.