I smile at him. “You’re so great, you make that wall in China feel like a chain-link fence.” Q smiles back. “You’re so cool, global warming’s scared of you.” “You’re so bomb, they had to evacuate the building.” And so on. This is our version of the Dozens, except instead of insulting each other’s moms, we hurl compliments back and forth. We call it the Baker’s Dozens. In a round of the Baker’s Dozens, no one ever loses and everyone wins.
