“Are you listening to me?” Valerie's voice reached him as if through a fog. He turned to her. “What? Of course I'm listening!” She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Then what did I just say?” Philip hesitated, trying to think of something plausible. “Something about... the tip of a croissant dipped in melted chocolate?” Valerie laughed, shaking her head. “You're almost there. ”