"You may be the King of the Kitchen, Coco, but you know nothing about food prep," I say to him. "You wouldn't know good knife work if it got you in the belly," I challenge.

"April Fools!" the passerby yells. "It was very funny! An absolute poisson d'Avril."

I'm on the way to Daejeon for the second week of a series of lectures on the graph structure theorem.

It startles me, as any animal would startle anyone opening a door to it.

"Eyes up here, boy." I say, pointing at my eyes.

But it soon wasn't. As soon as the debate started, Julie and Julie shed their smiles, and we immediately saw how out-classed we were.

I was getting mixed signals. I knew it was wrong, this casual pilferage, but also, there was no hint of consequence

We don't sell anything salted, the students must have brought it in.