Greetings from Toyland!
About 10 years ago, a composer I won't mention was someone I considered a pretty good friend. One Saturday, I went to his apartment to take him to lunch, and he insisted I listen to a new song he'd written for his partner who'd died of AIDS. I was a fan of this composer's music, and I knew several really beautiful things he'd written, but this new piece wasn't among them. I told him I thought it was nice and we went to lunch. At lunch and all the way back to his apartment, he badgered me about "nice" being nondescript; what did I think of his new song. I finally told him I thought he'd written better, and he never has returned a call since. I don't like being forced into corners.