‘They’re like paving slabs!’ I say.
We peer in at the display of tarts, cupcakes, and giant brownies.
Would it be weird if I said it matters which brownie you choose?
‘You have to choose the right one,’ he says. ‘That one there, top left.’ He points.
I laugh. ‘The corner?! No! You want a middle bit!’
‘You’re not serious?!’ He gives me a playful shove.
‘One sec,’ I say, ‘I’m just gonna have a look in the window.’
‘Which one is it?’ he says.
‘Yep, except,’ I feign a disapproving look, ‘it’s not vanilla, it’s Valrhona.’
‘A very expensive chocolate brand – one of the best.’
He looks sheepish. ‘I should know that, being a Swiss national.’
Inside the shop, I ask to have a closer look at the brownies, before choosing a centre piece. Swiss National makes tutting noises. Laughing, I pay.