A couple of hours back, Sprout stopped into the office to ask me a few questions. We were talking about boxes, and unpacking supplements, and he said something along the lines of "I guess Dan is the brains in the department, and you do all the heavy lifting."
I gather I raised my eyebrow high enough for him to figure out that the thought in my brain was "Hey Asswipe -- did you just call me stupid?" because he immediately started backpedaling and apologizing.
"That's alright," I told him, "I'd rather be the pretty one anyway."