The little bell above the door jingled cheerfully, announcing another customer to the bakery. It smelled divine in here, like warm sugar and vanilla. "Morning! What can I get for you?" "Oh, just looking, thanks. Your gingerbread cookies always smell incredible from down the street. It's impossible to resist." A laugh, light and melodic. "Well, I hope you won't resist for long. Today's batch is especially good, if I do say so myself. Mrs. Higgins declared them 'downright heavenly' just now." "That's high praise! Mrs. Higgins knows her sweets. Maybe I will have one... or two. And one of those raspberry scones, please." "Coming right up. What brings you to town today? Haven't seen you around lately." "Just a bit of shopping. And maybe a bit of sleuthing." The crinkle of a paper bag. "Oh? Anything I can help you with?" "We'll see. You always did make the best gossip in town, along with the best pastries."