'tis the French season of the 3 kings.
'tis the season to stick the youngest person under the table to shout out who gets the next piece of galette (or in our case - the next piece of couronne des rois briochée).
'tis the season to eat a soft sweet bread covered in rock sugar and apricot glaze with a mini porcelain something (baby jesus? brief case? sportsman?) baked inside that someone will crack their teeth on... and then get to wear the revered, golden paper crown.
I think the game is fixed.
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