The scent of freshly baked bread and cinnamon filled the air as the bell above the door chimed sweetly. “Morning, Isa. Still making magic in that oven of yours?” “Well, if you keep telling me that, I might just believe it one day.” “Anything special for today’s crossword crew?” “Hazelnut chai muffins, just for you guys. Try one.” “Oh, these smell divine. Who knew solving puzzles required sustenance like this?” “Well, I figured brain food should actually taste good, right?” “True, but these are beyond good. You’ve really outdone yourself.” “Stop—or I won’t be able to fit my head through the door! How's the crew, anyway?” “Same as ever. Bert’s convinced the town council is hiding something again.” “Didn’t he say that last month? When the library got the new copies of the Gazette?” “Yes, and when the leaves changed early last fall. You know Bert.” “Always the conspiracy theorist. I admire his dedication, though.” “It wouldn't be a Tuesday without one of his wild theories.” “Speaking of theories, did you hear about the odd deliveries at the old Parker house?” “Strange, right? Nobody's lived there for ages.” “Makes you wonder.” “It does. Another puzzle, perhaps.” “Sounds like a delicious mystery to me.”