"I really don't know how Jane does it," one of the customers in the cozy bakery commented, nibbling on a freshly baked scone. "Does what?" her companion asked, swirling a spoon in her cup of steaming coffee. "Every cake, every pastry, every bit of bread... it's all so perfect. And the flavors! Where does she even get her ideas?" "From her dreams, they say," replied her companion. "They say she bakes in her sleep." "Really?" The customer laughed skepticism evident in her tone. "As impossible as it sounds, that's what I heard. Imagine, she spends her nights in a sweet slumber, and instead of counting sheep, she... well, she's probably counting scoops of flour and... eggs?" The customer resisted a grin. It was amusing, but could it be true? Baking in one's sleep? That was something straight out of a whimsical cozy mystery. She was certain there was a reasonable, if not mundane, explanation. After all, everyone knows Jane was a conventional baker with nothing overtly mysterious about her. Nevertheless, the idea added a deliciously enigmatic charm to the shop, inviting customers' imaginative appetites and igniting new layers of enjoyment in each bite.