The air was thick with the scent of butter and sugar, a symphony of sweetness that enveloped the small town bakery. The bell above the door chimed, announcing someone’s entrance. A moment passed before a voice broke the comfortable silence. "Morning, I thought I might find you here, muffin in hand, lost in your own little world." A soft chuckle answered, "Always one step ahead, aren’t you? I swear, the best ideas come when I’m surrounded by crumbs." "The world truly is crumbling around you, then. So, how’s the latest case coming along? Any suspects?" "It’s a puzzle, as always. But you know, I have this hunch about the new florist. Something doesn’t add up." "Florist, you say? Now that’s unexpected. Perhaps a bit of floral persuasion is needed in our lives." "Maybe so. But first, we should finish these muffins. After all, crime-solving can wait as long as the bakery is open." Laughter echoed around the displays of pastries, a melody that blended perfectly with the morning light filtering through the windows.