Each member of the family has a "favorite" from the boulangerie (bakery). Since every single village in France beyond hamlet size has a boulangerie, we are all free to indulge in our favorite without any problem, and not have to travel far to do so.
Needless to say, the collected sort of person smiles maybe when they open the bag and remove their favorite article, and maybe they eat it with a generous nod of appreciation, but their enthusiasm hardly goes any further than that.
On the other hand, there is Gabriel. Gabriel is cuckoo for croissants. Moreover, he is not the collected sort of person. This sets up a rather volatile combination.
You better stand back.
When a bag arrives with a croissant or two in it, he is most definitely not going to just sit around and nod politely, pretending the event is anything less than a mainspring for ebullient celebration.
