I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"Well, having sex in a castle sounds better than having to defend someone trying to storm it," Matt agreed, carrying the full bag of pastries with them. He smirked a little as she repeated his earlier quip about being a handsome devil, replying back in an equally low voice, "Sometimes the wordplay just comes to you. Can't go through life missing opportunities. Or, well. Through dreams." Which were technically a part of life. A quirk of how a mind processed the day that wasn't unique to humans. He'd always found them a little interesting to consider, even before something as crazy and remarkable as this happened.

With his hands holding the bag and the macaroons, he just had to give Kate an affectionate hip bump as they strolled along the way. Of course since they got a baguette they needed to also get some cheese, at least in Matt's mind. It was just another quick stop to pick that up to pair with the bread, a few different kinds. So far the little bits of food he let himself nibble on along the way did taste like what he'd experienced in the waking world, just at the height of freshness. "I have to say, Paris isn't something I dream about often. I hope I get a few more remembering this night before it fades."