He found the spot on the landing where he had the most space to move, then carved a Circle of Air in the snow: a white glow enveloped both the lines he'd drawn and the bag in front of him. Val nodded, then easily went to lift the bag.

"Very well done", Val smiled. "I put you on the spot, and you still did this perfectly. You deserve a reward".

"A reward?", Adrien laughed, bemused. "What are you talking about?". But Val did not reply; he only opened the bag and rummaged in it. Eventually, he extracted a glass jar, the contents of which were marked on its label: "Apricot jam!", Adrien exclaimed.

"I bought five jars", Val continued, stuffing the jar back inside the bag. "We shouldn't be running out anytime soon".

Adrien chuckled; his brow furrowed a little. "You really shouldn't have...".

"Why not?", Val smiled as he carried the bag inside. "It is my favorite, too".