"Morning, sunshine. The usual?" "Yes, please. And a blueberry muffin today, I think." "Blueberry, huh? You're living dangerously." "Well, it's a dangerous world. Might as well enjoy a muffin while it lasts." "Sage advice. One blueberry muffin coming up." "Say, have you heard anything about Mrs. Jenkins?" "Mrs. Jenkins? The old lady who lives by the park?" "Yes, that one. I heard she's been acting strange lately." "Strange? How so?" "Well, I heard she's been seen wandering around the park at night. And some say they've seen lights flickering in her house at odd hours." "Could be nothing. Maybe she's just having trouble sleeping." "Maybe. But it's not just that. Her cat's been missing for a week now." "Her cat? Mr. Whiskers?" "Yes, Mr. Whiskers. He's never gone missing before. And now, with all these strange happenings..." "You think something's wrong?" "I don't know. But it's not like Mrs. Jenkins to behave this way. And with Mr. Whiskers gone..." "I see. Well, if anything, I'll keep my ears open. You know how people in this town love to talk." "Yes, they do. Thanks. And here's your muffin." "Blueberry. Living dangerously, indeed."