The bell over the door jingled cheerfully as a gust of cold air swept inside, ruffling the pages of the open cookbook on the counter. "Good morning, Clara! How did the scones turn out this morning?" "Morning, Eleanor. They're perfect, as usual." Clara's voice was warm, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Well, they always are." Eleanor nodded, her expression one of contented appreciation. "Almost makes me want to bake something myself." Clara chuckled. "Almost." "Speaking of baking," Eleanor continued, "did you hear about the new bakery opening up on Maple Lane?" Clara paused, a tray of croissants in her hand. "The one by the old bookstore? What do you suppose they'll sell?" "Who knows, but I heard whispers they're doing something fancy with chocolate. Maybe a fancy éclair?" "Hmm." Clara set the tray down, her brow furrowed in thought. "Chocolate éclairs, huh? We'll see about that." Eleanor raised an eyebrow, a playful sparkle in her eye. "Competition, Clara?" Clara smiled, a mischievous glint in her own. "Just keeping things interesting, Eleanor."