The bell above the door jingled merrily as someone entered, carrying a gust of wind and the scent of rain. "Just a latte, please, and a cinnamon roll if they're fresh." "Coming right up! You know, these cinnamon rolls are practically flying off the shelves this week. Must be something about the newly-baked sourdough starter. Makes everything taste extra special." "Maybe. Or maybe it's just the crisp autumn weather. Nothing quite like a warm pastry and a hot drink on a day like this." "You said it. Makes you want to curl up with a good book and forget the world outside, right?" "Right." A soft chuckle. "Though, judging by the headlines we've been seeing, I'm not sure forgetting the world is such a bad idea these days." "Tell me about it. That whole missing cat mystery is getting out of hand." "You'd think in a town this small, a missing cat wouldn't be such a big deal." "Well, Mrs. Peabody's Persian is a prize-winning show cat. Apparently, it's worth quite a lot of money." "A cat worth more than a new car? That's just crazy." "Money talks, I guess. Even for furry friends."