Our partner system was baking bread, but we realized too late there was no bread yeast in the house.
I (host) went out to buy yeast but could not find it at the store near the house. Resigned, I decided to walk four times the distance to the market.
I was about to turn the corner when our sexual protector and most sociable alter spotted a pizza place, took the front and walked over there. She had the most innocent voice as she talked to the employees.
"I'm sorry to bother you. We've bought pizza from here before and it's amazing (not a lie), and I thought of you when I realized we ran out of yeast for our bread. Do you think you could give me a little bit of bread yeast?"
And sure enough they did. I switched back in, stunned and awed by her confidence.
And that's how we got tasty bread at the end of the day.