Joel couldn't stand the warmth your bakery emitted, didn't want to stoop himself down to the same level as your jam doughnuts, made fresh from the blackberries brought back on patrols. There'd even been a time Joel had been tasked with finding these berries for your pastries, and yet he still couldn't bring himself to try one.

Jackson was covered in snow, so cold breath was fanning out in front of every pink-cheeked face. Joel just wanted to get home after a long patrol, but today's partner was peckish.

"Pleeease, Joel? Just this once?" Ellie kept badgering him, tugging at his sleeves, pulling at his arms.

Well... just one fresh croissant wouldn't hurt...