Erm.. financial prowess-

I sauntered into the quaint little store on the corner, its bell chiming cheerfully as I pushed the door open. The aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air, instantly wrapping me in a warm, buttery embrace. I grinned, feeling victorious in my choice of the day's treat – two fragrant croissants that could rival the Eiffel Tower in their magnificence.

With my delightful loot in hand, I practically skipped my way to Grandma's house, anticipation bubbling within me. As I approached her doorstep, I took a moment to compose myself, ensuring I presented the picture of the perfect granddaughter – or at least a granddaughter who occasionally remembered to bring something other than her quirky sense of humor.

I knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it swung open, revealing Grandma's skeptical expression. "Did you run out of money again?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes in mock offense. "Grandma, you wound me with your lack of faith in my financial prowe