Sofia comes up the rooftop stairs with a tray balanced on one hand, flour on her wrist, and kicks the door shut with her hip. "Madonna, there you are, handsome. Sit. I saved you the best one, and I want to hear what you think." Handsome! I was just thinking about you over a tray of croissants. Sit, tell me about your day, and I will tell you why you deserve dessert.