The bell above the door jingled as a rush of cold air swept into the bakery. Outside, a storm raged, casting an eerie light across the quaint shop. "Quite the weather we're having." "Yes, it seems a fitting night for a mystery to unfold. I can just imagine a body being discovered in the town square, drenched in rainwater." A clap of thunder emphasized their dramatic words. The townspeople had a penchant for the dramatic, especially when it came to their beloved cozy mysteries. "Oh, do be serious for once. You know how worried everyone is about the recent burglaries. It's not a game; it's a serious matter." "I know, I know. But we haven't had a good mystery to sink our teeth into in ages. It's been nothing but knitting circles and book clubs as of late. Terribly boring, if you ask me." The baker, an elderly woman with a no-nonsense air, emerged from the backroom carrying a tray of fresh cookies. "Now, now, no need to get testy. Care for a treat, dearie? Fresh from the oven, they are." The offer was graciously accepted, and the storm outside momentarily forgotten as the sweet aroma of baked goods filled the air.