The bell above the door chimed as they entered the cozy bakery, the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafting through the air. "Morning, Emilia! How's the blueberry muffin situation today?" "Hello there! You're in luck, just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven. They're still warm and gooey in the middle." "Perfect, I'll take a half dozen. Been looking forward to these all week. Speaking of which, how've you been? I heard about the commotion over at the bookshop yesterday." Emilia's smile faltered slightly as she bagged the muffins. "Oh, you know, just another day in our little town. I can't believe someone would do something like that." "They caught who did it yet? Heard it was quite the scene." "No, not yet. I'm sure they will though. In a place like this, secrets don't stay buried for long, especially when there's a mystery afoot." "True enough. Well, keep me posted if you hear anything. I'm always happy to lend an ear or help out however I can." "I appreciate that, I really do. Thanks again for the muffins. Have a great rest of your day!" "Will do, you too!"