The bell above the door jingled merrily as a gust of wind swept through the bakery, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke. "Good morning, dearie! The usual?" "You know me too well," a chuckle rumbled. "But make it a double today, I'm having a particularly hard morning." "Heard you had a bit of a visitor at the shop yesterday. Something about a missing cat and a suspicious package?" "Oh, that. Just a bit of a fuss, you know. Nothing to worry about." "Nothing to worry about, huh? Well, if you need someone to smell around for clues, you know where to find me. My nose for trouble is as keen as my appetite for your cinnamon rolls." "Don't tempt me, I might just have to take you up on that." A tray of warm pastries was slid across the counter, the aroma of vanilla and sugar filling the air. "Now, tell me all about it. What's got you so down in the dumps?"