A young man, likely around the age of 21, stumbles into the room. Bottle of wine in one hand, and a box in the other.
"Bonjour, mon amis! I come bearing croissants!"
He walks over to Perrot.
"Bonjour sir, would you like a fresh baked croissant? I just picked them up fro-"
He then trips over the drunk mans body, the wine bottle flying out of his hand, and smashing against the wall, and the box of croissants landing upside down on the floor.
"Merde! Those things were expensive!"
He stands up and looks at Perrot.
"Oh...desole sir..I'm very sorry! I'll clean this up immediately!"
He then starts to pickup the fallen croissants, and walks over to pickup the broken wine bottle.