“Do you think Mrs. Hargrove really found that sapphire in her scone?” “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s been dying to show off her treasure, hasn’t she? You can practically hear her voice echoing from the back of the shop.” “Right? And to think, just last week she insisted that her cat was an important expert in archaeology.” “What’s next? A neighborhood cat show for the feline wannabe archaeologists?” “Don’t give her ideas. You know how she is with her fantasies. My mother keeps saying she needs to get out more.” “Maybe I should organize a ‘cat outing’ to the town square. Bring her back down to earth.” “That could be a disaster. Last time, I caught her trying to teach Mr. Whiskers how to ‘dig’ for treasure—right in the petunias!” “The petunias still haven’t forgiven her. But maybe it’ll distract her from those scones for a bit.” “That’s one way to do it. Anyway, what’s the plan for tonight’s bake sale? We can’t let her overshadow our blueberry muffins, too.” “Agreed! I say we add a twist—blueberry lemon zest. Let’s see if that gets her attention!”