The bell above the door jingled softly as the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. Outside, the small town was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds. “I swear it was the strangest thing. One minute, the blueberry scones were perfectly arranged on the counter, and the next, they vanished! Poof, just like that.” “My goodness, and during the festival? That’s quite the mystery. Have you asked Sally? She was helping out in the kitchen, wasn’t she?” “Yes, but she swears she was in the back the whole time, only came out to refill the coffee pots. And you know Sally, she's as honest as they come.” “True, true. Perhaps it’s a ghost, hungry for a treat?” “Ha! Imagine that, a ghost with a sweet tooth. But seriously, it’s baffling. I even checked the security tapes, nothing.” “Not a soul? That’s eerie. Maybe it was the mayor, he does love your scones.” “Or maybe it was you, sneaking in for a midnight snack!” “Caught red-handed, am I? I do love your baking, but I’d never steal. Let’s solve this mystery together, shall we?” “Let’s. First round of muffins is on the house when we do.”