At the sound of a familiar voice, Adrien turned, his hands full of flour and he blushed a little in embarrassment. "Oh, hi, Marinette! I'm so glad you're here. I learned we must cook for ourselves here so I thought I could probably bake a croissant, but that kind of failed."
He scratched the back of his neck, turning to the mess of batter that was in front of him. "Any advice on what I'm doing wrong?"