Ronan's mouth watered too. Jesus, did it bring back memories. Standing with their faces at the counter, eager to taste the freshest pastry. It was nice and quiet because it was between breakfast and lunch; only a few older ladies were picking up a few things. Most of the tables were free.

Stepping up to the counter, he pressed his palms down against it. It felt small. When he was young, it had seemed so huge.

"I'll take a coffee," he ordered, "and a few of those rolls. Chocolate, cinnamon, raspberry, peach... and a few of those, whatever those are." Turning to Adam, he grinned, "What do you want?"