I’d read this in the Reader’s Digest (in the 60s?/70s?), written by a steward who’d served the royal couple.
The Queen was on an official visit with the Britannia moored off San Francisco(?).
The steward was tasked with delivering a cake to their quarters. He was very nervous because he was new and they were royalty. He tripped over the threshold (my retired US marine student says it’s called a “knee knocker”) and went splat on the deck. He was so scared because he was sure he’d get the sack.
Prince Philip got up, went over to the cake on the floor, knelt down and scooped half the cake onto his plate, then, still kneeling on the floor, turned to the Queen and said something like, “That’s my portion. Here’s your half — come and get it.”
This defused the situation for which the steward was eternally grateful.
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