"Morning, Martha. What can I get you today?" "Oh, good morning, Tom. I'll have my usual, please. The cinnamon roll and a coffee, black." "Coming right up. How's your garden looking? I heard you were trying out some new herbs this year." "Yes, it's coming along nicely. The basil is already sprouting. Thought I'd try my hand at making some pesto this year." "Sounds delicious. You'll have to bring some by the shop. Oh, and speaking of herbs, did you hear about old Mr. Henderson? Found him passed out in his garden yesterday. Seems he got a bit too close to the foxglove." "Oh my, that's terrible. Is he alright?" "Barely. The doc said it was a close call. He's lucky someone found him when they did." "Such a shame. He's always so careful. Maybe he just got distracted." "Maybe. But you know how it is around here. One little slip and everyone's talking." "Indeed. Well, let's hope he recovers quickly. Here's your coffee and cinnamon roll, perfect as always." "Thank you, Martha. Have a lovely day." "You too, Tom. Keep an eye on those herbs, won't you?"