"Good morning, dear. You're here early today." "Mm, I couldn't sleep. Something's been on my mind." "Oh? Why don't you tell me about it over a fresh cinnamon roll and coffee?" "Ava, it's about Tom. Ever since he retired from the force, he's been so... I don't know, distant. Like he's keeping something from me." "Hmm, that worries you, I can tell. Have you talked with him about it directly?" "We've tried, but he just brushes it off and changes the subject. Says he enjoys fishing and tinkering in his workshop. But I know there's more." "I'm sure it's been a big adjustment for him and you both. The life of a detective, always chasing clues and solving mysteries. Suddenly, all that's gone. He must feel a little unmoored." "You're right. I worry he thinks he doesn't have a purpose anymore. And don't even get me started on the state of him baking." "Well, dear, could that be his new mystery to solve? The secret to the perfect cake?" "You're right. Baking's still a puzzle, a recipe to decode. Perhaps that's what he needs - a new case to crack, close to home." "I like the way you think. Now eat your roll before I finish it for you. And I don't share."