"So, did you hear about the new baker in town?" the first character asked, a whisper barely audible above the gentle clinking of china teacups. "Yes, I did," the second character responded. "They say their baked goods are to die for." A soft chuckle floated through the air, a melody that seemed almost too fitting for the cozy setting. "Well, it seems everyone in town has been lining up at their shop to find out." The first character's tone held a hint of curiosity mixed with just a touch of skepticism. "Personally, I prefer Mrs. Jenkins' scones, but I'm always up for trying something new." The door to the bakery swung open, carrying with it a warm gust of freshly baked goods. In stepped a woman dressed head-to-toe in an apron, her hair tucked up in a matching bandana. She waved to the pair of gossipers with a bright smile. "Hello there! Welcome to Bettie's Bakery." The woman's voice was warm and inviting, her Southern accent as thick as molasses. "Oh, we've heard so much about your baked goods," the first character chimed in, their eyes already trailing over the tempting display of pies, cakes, and breads. "We just had to come and see for ourselves." "Well, I'm happy to have you. Let me know if you need any help choosing." With a smile, the new baker walked over to help the pair decide on what to take home with them. As they left the bakery, the two characters exchanged knowing looks. It seemed that they might have just found the perfect accomplice for their next town's cozy mystery.