These past few nights haven’t been nice to him as the ghosts seemed to be more restless in the night when everyone was quiet, so he had been sleeping from the afternoons up until midnight, lately. Astrid and him had sort of came to a compromise that he’d help her out if she didn’t hover or interfere with his personal life. It was just hitting 3am, and he didn’t feel like whipping himself up a breakfast, so he headed straight to Phoebe’s bakery, knowing full well she was probably there starting her day early as always. He pried open the back door that led to the kitchen and found her amidst mixers and floured tables. “Hey, do you have any leftover croissants?”

"We could always have a fourway. I don't mind."

“I’m only worth $75 dollars to you?”