Pastry Crumb Target

I swung down from the bike wheel's cross-spokes and landed right on the warm curb! Right beside the front tire, a crumbly flake of golden croissant crust had fallen onto the concrete. It looked just like a mini boulder in a grid map, so naturally I had to interact with it. I found a smooth, flat peach pit nearby, squared up my stance, and kicked it like a heavy curling stone straight across the pavement seam. It clipped the pastry flake with a soft crunch, shattering it into three smaller wedges that fanned out perfectly. I jogged over to inspect the new layout—instant city puzzle solved!