“The smell of fresh bread is almost as good as my morning coffee. You should bottle it and sell it, Lucy.” “Ha! If only I could capture the essence of warm croissants, I’d be a millionaire by now. But then I wouldn’t have time for all those mysteries you keep dragging me into.” “Isn’t that the fun part? Solving them over a plate of pastries? Speaking of which, are the blueberry scones out yet?” “Just pulled them from the oven, still steaming. But I swear, if you find another body near my shop, I’ll start charging you for all the stress.” “Stress? Never! Just think of it as a new flavor for the bakery—‘Scone with a Side of Suspense.’” “Very clever. What about ‘Muffins and Murder’ while we’re at it?” “Now you’re onto something. People love a good read with their breakfast. Imagine the crowds—” “Or imagine the chaos when I have to kick you out for making a scene! I can already see Mrs. DeLuca's face when she hears you shout ‘Eureka’ over a cinnamon roll.” “Oh, she’d love it! She’d probably start her own detective book club in here.”