"If it was, you have done an admirable job of pretending to be quite happy to see me," Roger remarked, truthfully rather baffled about the whole thing. He wasn't sure what Simon would take him to see out here on America's west coast - although he supposed there were quite a few possibilities of things Simon had found quite funny and wanted to share; a Californian cricket league, a statue of the Honorable so-and-so covered with pigeons and missing a head, a performance of a play he had written himself -
Oh, God.
As they got into the elevator, Roger bit his lip in trepidation. "Simon, this isn't - you haven't written a play, have you?"