Jack bundles himself into the apartment and breathes a relieved sigh to see Anne already back. The small smile at his lips as he closes the door behind him only widens as he turns and catches sight of the pineapple on the table. "Where did you find that? Is it real?"

He feels a tremendous warmth in his chest as he pulls off his borrowed scarf, tosses it onto the bed, and walks towards her. He circles the table, taking a moment to rest his hands on her shoulders and kiss the top of her head before he goes to look at what she'd brought back. She'd gone out and of all the things she could have done, she brought back something that she knew he would enjoy. He reaches out and touches the pineapple, the prickly spines familiar under his fingers. It's strange that it's here in this climate, but it's real and it's comforting.

"I've brought you something, too." From his pocket he pulls out his handkerchief and unwraps it to reveal a croissant and a scone dotted with dried currants. "There was a coffee shop with a patisserie counter, we should go back there earlier in the day. Are you hungry? I could open up the pineapple."