The bell over the door jangled brightly as Julie hurried into the bakery, the scent of butter and sugar enveloping her like a warm hug. "Morning¸ Reece! Whatcha got for us today?" "A honey of a day is what I've got," Reece called back, sticking his flour-dusted face out of the kitchen. "Pain au chocolat, scones, croissants. I'll have s'il vous plaît get the quiche and madeleines out of the oven shortly." "You know the way to my heart." Julie giggled, grabbing a basket and starting to load up on pastries. "I'm fueling up before heading out to the Musgrove estate. Quartermaine's giving me the grand tour." "'Scuse me?" Reece poked his head out further, powdered eyebrows furrowed. "Isn't this the day of the Overlay Motel demolition?" "Mm, that too." She chose a flaky apricot danish and checked her phone. "Demo starts at noon. I'm hoping to pound the pavement a few hours and be back in time for the spectacle." "Well, I'd hold back on that danish if you're plannin' to be close. Won't want no errant rubble ruinin' a masterpiece." He bobbed his head toward the case of delectables patiently waiting behind Reece's bulk. "Excellent point." Julie hurried up to the register with her basket, "I'll just pop the first batch to-go in case I'm runnin' late today. Put it on my tab, yeah?" "You got it doll." Reece rang her up, his floury hand passing over the paper bag "You be careful now, ya hear? I don't want no heroics should that shithole come down crooked." "Hon, born and raised in this burg, I can spot sketchy infrastructure th'cut down Fifth Avenue!"