As I walked by yesterday, Dante asked me about the word "vesper" on my arm. I told him about the writing project. He said, "Find me tomorrow. I have a word for you."

So that's what I did. This morning, as I finished breakfast, I saw him trying to find out which sausages were meat and which ones were vegan.

"The flat ones are vegan." I said, as I handed him the sharpie. Without another word, he pulled my sleeve up and wrote `epicurean' on my arm. The left one. My deltoid/bicep area.

Epicurean: having luxurious tastes, sensuality...perhaps - a hedonist.