Flour dusted the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked bread. The bell above the door chimed cheerfully as it swung shut. "Morning! The usual?" "Please. And one of those delightful cream puffs." "Coming right up. You're in early today." "Couldn't sleep. That new book kept me up all night." "The mystery one? With the knitting detective?" "Yes, that's the one. I must have reread the ending three times. I still can't figure out how she knew the vicar did it." "Well, you know what they say, 'The devil is in the details'." "Indeed. Speaking of details, did you hear about the newcomer over at the old Miller place?" "I did. Apparently, she's turning it into a bed and breakfast." "Really? That should bring some life back into this town." "Or maybe a little death. You know how these things go. Newcomers always bring a bit of... excitement." "Now you're starting to sound like one of those books." Laughter filled the bakery, warm and comforting as the scent of baking bread.