The bakery was abuzz with the scent of fresh cinnamon rolls and the soft murmurs of morning customers. Mrs. Edwards, the owner, stood behind the counter, her kind eyes beaming at the familiar face that just walked in. "Good morning! It's been a while since I saw you last. How's everything at the B&B?" A nervous chuckle escaped. "Oh, you know, keeping me on my toes. The guests love your treats, by the way. I swear, leaving a little welcome basket with your muffins is the best advertising strategy I've ever employed!" "Happy to hear it, dear! Now, what can I get for you today? I highly recommend the new lemon drizzle cake. Been working on perfecting that one for a while." "Lemon drizzle, you say? Sounds delightful. I'll take a slice and..." They lowered their voice, leaning forward conspiratorially, "And I think I'll indulge in one of those raspberry turnovers, too. It's been a tough week, and I deserve a treat. Dear husband won't complain either; I'm sure he'll steal a bite or two!" Laughter filled the cozy bakery, warming it just like the ovens. "Consider it done. Here's your order, on the house. A little thank you for all the business." "Oh, but I couldn't!" "Nonsense. Enjoy your treats and have a wonderful day, my dear."