... at the bakery. Her parents owned a bakery. Adrien went quiet to listen, casting his mind about the vast, clouded jumble of things he couldn't focus on. It was like being locked in a pitch-black basement packed with storage. He didn't know what anything was, but if he could feel it out-

He didn't remember unloading, but he did remember, with startling clarity, the taste of quiche.

"They... came in a lot. While we were playing video games. To give us food."