2 for £1

"Donuts"
A display in the middle of the aisle, three or four stories high. A yellow sign: 2 for £1.
"T'en veux?"
His eyes light up a little.
"Oui j'en veux bien"
"Jam or custard"?
"Jaa-am? Custard?"
"Confiture ou... creme anglaise."
"Vous foutez de la creme anglaise dans les donuts ici?"
"Bahhh, non, c'est du custard, c'est bien un peu different. Custard. On test?"
"Ok. One jam one costaaard alors."
"Bon."

We put them in our basket.
On the walk home, in the darkening cold, we bit into jam doughnuts and grinned, jam running out onto bitter fingers.

In the living room, fingers laced around warm mugs of tea, we each had a custard one. My smile that of nostalgia, expectancy; his of discovery, pleasant surprise. These smiles we know so well, having seen them so often on the face of the other.