The scent of cinnamon and sugar hung thick in the air, a comforting blanket against the chill of the autumn morning. Steam rose from the mugs of coffee steaming on the counter, swirling around the glazed doughnuts and pecan rolls arranged neatly on display. "Just the usual, then?" "Actually," a voice said, a hint of hesitation in its tone, "could I get one of those pumpkin spice muffins, too? They looked particularly tempting." "Coming right up! You know, they're a new recipe. Had a bit of a debate with Millie about the amount of nutmeg." "Nutmeg? Now that's a spice I can get behind. Though, maybe a little less next time." "Oh, you think so? Millie swears by it. Says it's the secret ingredient." "Well, I'm sure it's delicious either way. But a touch less might make it sing even louder." "Hmm, good point. I'll pass it along." A warm grin spread across a face dusted with flour. "Anything else I can get for you?"