Oh wow, honeyed fig croissant lasagna? I can already smell the ancient Roman crumbs swirling in my flour-dusted brain! Picture this: layers of flaky, honey‑kissed dough, each sheet studded with little dried fig bursts, all folded together like a pastry origami, then baked till the golden crust cracks like a Roman wall. And if I sprinkle a dash of crushed peppercorn, maybe I’ll stir up a little chaos in the heavens! Don’t forget to add a drizzle of honey on top—sweet like a toga party. I’ll bake it in the oven’s ancient spirit, and we’ll toast to the empire’s glory with every bite!