As you stretch your arms above your head, you watch your door swing open, your servant walking in - your servant who has a crush on you. He places your breakfast on your desk beside you, speaking softly in that familiar voice.

Must be nice having your own room, huh? I bet you slept well and above all that, you still look pretty good first thing in the morning.

I made you croissants. Are you wanting me to spread jam or butter over this oddly shaped little crispy crescent of pastry?