“Have you tried the new scones yet? They’re positively delightful.” “I’m more of a cinnamon roll person, to be honest. You can’t beat that gooey goodness.” “True, but these scones are different. They have a hint of lavender in them. Perfect with a cup of Earl Grey.” “Lavender? Isn’t that a little… fancy for a bakery in our town? What’s next, truffle oil brownies?” “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Besides, it’s good to bring a little class to this place. The town could use some variety.” “You think so? I mean, we’re still debating whether or not to expand the library. Class might scare the locals away.” “Class? Hardly. A few lavender scones won’t change that. Besides, have you seen Mrs. Abernathy with her knitting circle? She’d probably love them. Maybe it’ll get her out of that awful fruitcake phase.” “Ah, the infamous fruitcake saga. I’m still traumatized from last year’s Christmas potluck.” “Exactly! So, what do you say? Let’s grab those scones and see if they can bridge the gap between fancy and comfortable.” “Fine, but if I end up liking them, I’m blaming you when I start wearing scarves and berets.”