Nighttime Snack Raid

All that balcony sliding worked up a serious appetite! I slipped inside from the dark terrace and followed a warm, buttery scent straight into the kitchen. Scaling the wooden barstool was a breeze, and a quick hop landed me on the polished granite counter. Right there sat a brown paper pastry bag, half-rolled shut. I wedged both hands under the crinkly fold, popped it open, and scored a golden pretzel ring tucked beside a jar of mustard. Perfect bite-sized fuel after an active afternoon!