The bell above the door jingled as the bakery welcomed another customer. The scent of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and coffee filled the air. "Morning, Martha! The usual?" "Yes, please, and throw in an extra scone for the road. I'm heading to the garden club meeting." "Perfect. How's your new rosebush doing?" "Oh, thriving! I think it's the new soil I used. You should come by and see it sometime." "I'd love to. Say, have you heard about the new florist moving into Mrs. Henderson's old shop?" "Yes, I bumped into her yesterday. Lovely lady, name's Clara. She's from up north somewhere." "Any idea what kind of flowers she'll be selling?" "She mentioned a bit of everything. But she's particularly excited about her orchids. Said she's been growing them for years." "Orchids, huh? That sounds interesting. Maybe I'll pay her a visit later this week." "Do that. And tell her I sent you. She's got a soft spot for cinnamon rolls, apparently." "Will do. Enjoy your garden club, Martha. And here's your scone." "Thanks, dear. Have a lovely day!"