The bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of another customer. The heavenly aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air, making everyone's mouth water. "I heard the mayor's wife was in here earlier, causing a scene." "Yeah, she's still fuming about that event at the town hall last week." "What's her problem, anyway? Can't handle a little competition?" "You know how she is. Thinks she's above all this small-town drama." "Well, someone should tell her we're not impressed. Did you hear she's trying to shut down the farmers' market?" "No way. What's her reasoning?" "Claims it's 'unsanitary' or some nonsense. Just because her precious boutique store can't compete with the prices." "Unbelievable. We can't let her get away with it." "Oh, don't worry, we won't. I've already got a plan brewing." "Mmm, sounds like it's going to be a tasty one." The friendly chatter continued, with the sound of sizzling pastry and clinking cups providing a soothing background hum.