The bell at the bakery door jingled merrily as she stepped inside, breathing in the heady aroma of freshly baked goods. "Morning, Hazel!" Lily, the baker, was up to her elbows in dough at the counter. "A slower start than usual today. What can I get ya hon?" "Oh, just your biggest chocolate croissant and a mocha for one, please." "Lively --- Licky, rather." She corrected hastily. 'Get it together, Hazel, you're still tipsy after last night. But that party and a showing for newlyweds Beth and Todd...' "Extra chocolatey for you, not a lick." Lily mumbled back. "Bakery's off to itself. ES-A-dona has been blabberin' round-awhile, bout-a untimely men - pears-ay." "Here?" "S-sakes, just talkin'! For ah did-a protest the dem'ise 'f my angel counter-charge." 'He set a family member free, Licky, a miracle feat... Yet:Angel a feather buzz and lays spratch' "They watch-a bowsieary dibbor, hast to must hile red hot speaking b'ah open."