"Cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven! Warm, gooey, and perfect with a cup of our special blend." "That's what I was hoping to hear. Could I get one, please, and a latte with a dash of cinnamon?" "Coming right up! Anything else for you?" "Let me see, hmm... maybe a slice of that blueberry pie. It looks divine." "Excellent choice! You have great taste." "I try. Say, have you heard about Mrs. Peabody's cat? Vanished without a trace." "Oh, dear. That's terrible! Poor Mrs. Peabody, she's heartbroken." "I heard it might have something to do with the new cat sitter. Seems there was a bit of a disagreement over tuna." "Tuna? That's hardly a motive for a cat to disappear." "Maybe not. But then again, cats are known for their mysterious ways." "Would you like me to put those pastries in a box for you?" "Yes, please. And if you hear anything about Mrs. Peabody's cat, let me know. I'll keep my ears open too."