As I was fitfully attempting an overstyled photoshoot with my espresso this afternoon, CKP strolled by with his espresso and sweet treat of babka*:
Which, in all of thirty seconds, negated my 30 minutes of prior shooting.
*we have no idea if that is what this bread is actually called. It's a brioche bread, swirled with cinnamon and chocolate that is currently a special at my cafe, but the triple-language barrier has prevented any of the servers from knowing if it's babka, bakba, or some iteration involving a 'Q.' Also, we don't particularly care, because ridiculously delicious and thus quite easy to sell.