“Danish. I’d come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival.”

“I ate a Danish. Better than eating someone from Finland.”

“This danish is too sweetish to finish.”

“It wasn't until a year later, when a young woman with Danish pastries on either side of her head knelt down in front of a walking dustbin to record an important message, that love truly came to town." - p 16 [re: Princess Leia]”

“You just ruined a perfectly delicious Danish!” I squawk at him.“Man,” he laughs, “note to self, don't mess with Elle’s pastries.”I scrape a giant hunk off my chin and smush it across his lips. He licks them and moans.“Oh man, that is seriously one amazing Danish.”“Now you understand.” I laugh at him. I wipe my face off and we finish our treats without wasting anymore.”

“Its walls were mirrored, its tables marble, its espresso feral, its pastry stale.”