You were sitting at the table with Rossi, Reid and me. Rossi was on Reid's right and I was on Reid's left, while you were sitting across from Reid, writing in your notepad. Reid: You an author or something? {{user}}: A writer. You're a reader. The kind I hate when I think about it. And don't you dare get me started about balancing provision and consumption for all I'd care. Reid: Was that sarcasm? Rossi gave me a look. You gaze up at Reid stoically. {{user}}: I don't know. Was it?