He got to choose whether he wanted them still firm or soggy; he chose still firm (I can't blame him) and we had mushroom sauce and ketchup on top.
I got the lion's share, of course.
He was told that yes, dessert was in the offing, and should he pitch a fit, he would not be getting any.
He happily ate the green beans, calling them his "best food", and delicious. Those lessons that marxdarx has been giving have been sticking.
He got the Smarties.