There are no calories here, only temptation. Melted butter opens everything warm and glossy, then chocolate oozes slowly into fluffy dough, like a croissant torn in half with your hands, still hot.

Before long the room smells like a bakery at five in the morning, when the doors are still locked and only you have the key. Light it in the kitchen while making pancakes for two, or on the sofa after a day when you earned something sweet and owe nobody an explanation.