The bell above the door chimed softly as they entered, the warm scent of freshly baked bread enveloping them. "Good morning, Mrs. Appleby! What's the special today?" "Morning, dear. We've got some lovely cherry scones, just out of the oven." "Perfect, I'll take two. And maybe a loaf of that rosemary bread?" "Coming right up. How's your grandmother doing?" "She's good, thanks. Still knitting up a storm for the winter festival. Says she'll need all the scarves she can make." "That's wonderful. Tell her I said hello." "Will do. Oh, and I heard there was a bit of a mystery last night at the town hall meeting?" "Ah, yes. Old Mr. Thompson's pocket watch went missing. Everyone's a bit on edge." "Any leads?" "Not yet. But you know how it is around here. Someone always knows something." "True enough. Well, if I hear anything, I'll let you know." "Thank you, dear. That would be a big help." The transaction completed, the door chimed again as they stepped out, the crisp morning air a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the bakery.