The aroma of sugar and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, a comforting warmth against the blustery November wind whipping down Main Street. Glass cabinets displayed an array of pastries, each a tiny, intricate work of art. "Morning, Millie. Two pumpkin scones, please. And one of those amazing cranberry orange muffins." "Morning yourself. Big day for baking, isn't it? Got the fundraiser this afternoon?" A pause. The clinking of tongs against the metal tray. "Something like that. Say, those pumpkin scones… you wouldn't happen to have any with walnuts this time, would you?" "You know I don't put nuts in my pastries. Don't like taking any chances with allergies, especially with little ones around." "Right, of course. Must be thinking of some other bakery."