"Morning, Biscuit. The usual?" "You know it. And hold the cinnamon on the cinnamon swirls this time, there was a whole lot on that last batch. Nearly choked on it while crossing the street." “Right, right, the great cinnamon incident of 2022. I don’t know how you managed to explain those almond sprinkles to Mrs. Henderson at the library. She was already suspicious of us after the lemon poppyseed issue.” “Let’s just say I have a sensitive nose and a bag of evidence is inescapable.” “Well, I hope they don’t find those crumbs in your alibi." "Anyway, black coffee, extra strong. “You alright, Beatrice? You seem tense." "Morning, Clara. I am. No one knows about this nickname but me, and maybe…just maybe…the ones who did the most atrocious thing. Miserable cappuccinos with seemingly incriminating sprinkles." "Remember, you’re getting a croissant, right?" "Right. But they won't find even the tiniest bit of flour on me.” “It’s not the blueberries, is it?" "Good heavens, no! There weren’t any in the first place, you know that’s ridiculous.”