Quiet. I wash hands, tie on an apron, prepare the kitchen. Trays and tools are in place; I mised last night before I left. Rachel wanders in from the back. I’ll take the traditional and chocolate croissants, she’ll take the almond croissants and kouignettes. The dough looks beautiful. I roll it out by hand, then cut and proof. (The exact time depends on the weather, the yeast, and the mood of the starter.) We work.