"Morning, Edith. Smells divine in here as always." "Ah, good morning, June! Grab a seat, I'll get you a coffee." "Thanks. Full house today, I see. Something special on the menu?" "The usual Friday rush. And maybe a little secret they don't know about yet." "You're up to something again, aren't you?" "Just a tiny surprise—a new lemon lavender scone. It's an old recipe I dusted off." "Well, you know I can't resist your experiments. One lemon lavender scone coming right up!" "I heard about Miss Harriet’s cat. Any news?" "Still missing. Poor thing, she’s inconsolable. She’s even posted flyers in the church." "Oh dear. That cat is her lifeline. Maybe we should keep an eye out." "Already am. I’m hoping to find it before she convinces Sheriff Tate to organize a town-wide search." "Oh, you're such a good soul, June. Speaking of the sheriff, have you heard who bought the old Miller place?" "No, but I overheard something at the post office. It’s someone new to town. Might be an artist or... a writer, maybe?" "A writer, you say? Intriguing. I wonder what kind of mystery they'll bring with them." "Knowing this town, it probably won't be long before we find out." "No secrets are safe here, that's for sure." "Except maybe your next culinary invention." "Well, that, and the recipe is in my head. But don’t worry, I’ll keep it brewing."