The bell above the bakery door jingled softly as the early morning customer stepped inside, the aroma of fresh bread and coffee enveloping them like a warm hug. The bakery was a quaint sanctuary in the heart of the small town, its windows steamed from the ovens working overtime to prepare for the day's rush. "You're here early," the baker remarked, a smudge of flour on their cheek as they emerged from the back, hands dusted white. "Couldn't resist the pull of your cinnamon rolls," came the reply, the customer's eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Heard they're better than a detective's hunch for solving the day's puzzles." The baker chuckled, reaching for a pair of tongs. "Is that so? Well, I can't guarantee they'll solve crimes, but they'll certainly make the day more bearable." The customer leaned against the glass display, peering at the array of pastries. "Speaking of crimes, any word on who's been pilfering Mrs. Henderson's prize-winning roses?" "Ah, that's the talk of the town, isn't it?" The baker carefully placed a large cinnamon roll onto a plate. "I heard it's the work of a phantom florist. Snips them in the dead of night, leaves not a petal behind." "A phantom florist, you say?" The customer's brow furrowed in mock seriousness. "Sounds like a case for the Baker Street Irregulars. Or perhaps just a regular with a sweet tooth and an eye for detail." "Well, if you ask me," the baker leaned in, lowering their voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'd keep an eye on old Mr. Peterson. He's been acting stranger than usual, always sniffing around the garden club meetings." The customer nodded thoughtfully, accepting the plate and a steaming cup of coffee. "I'll take that under advisement. In the meantime, I suppose I'll have to settle for the comfort of your excellent baking." "Just doing my part to keep the town's spirits up," the baker said with a wink, turning to greet another customer as the bell jingled once more. The customer took a seat by the window, watching the town come to life as they took a bite of the cinnamon roll, the perfect blend of spice and sweetness melting away the morning chill. Outside, the mystery of the missing roses lingered, but for now, the bakery was a haven from the world's little crimes.