The aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with the sweet scent of cinnamon as the bell above the door jingled softly. "Morning! I see you're up early again." "Couldn't resist the call of your blueberry scones. They're practically famous around here." "Flattery will get you everywhere. But tell me, what brings you in today besides my baking?" "Well, I heard some interesting chatter at the post office. Seems like Mrs. Hargrove's cat went missing again." "Again? That cat has more adventures than anyone in this town." "True, but this time, it was last seen near the old mill. You know, where the lights have been flickering at night." "Strange. You think there's more to it than just a wandering feline?" "Could be. Remember the rumors about the mill being haunted?" "Ghosts and cats, what a combination. But seriously, do you think we should check it out?" "Why not? A little mystery might spice up our quiet lives. Besides, I have a feeling there's more to this than meets the eye." "Alright, but only if you promise to bring some of those scones. Ghost hunting on an empty stomach is a terrible idea." "Deal. Let's meet at dusk. Who knows what we'll uncover?"