"The sour smell of overripe yeast wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked bread, as the baker wiped her flour-dusted hands on a towel. 'You know, I swear that Zuzu's gone missing,' she said, her voice laced with a hint of concern. 'I did notice it's been a few days since she last called in,' replied the waitress, her eyes scanning the bakery while she handed a tray of warm scones to a waiting customer. 'Maybe she's just too busy?" The baker snorted. "Too busy? After the last month? That's a big ask. Besides, I've been getting a ton of calls for this morning's batch of cinnamon rolls. Who's going to deliver them with a tyrant in charge?" The waitress nodded thoughtfully. "Well, maybe we can even get the delivery guy to cover it for us. It's not like Zuzu's services alone bring in half the town's tourist dollars." The baker sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I hope she turns up soon, or I'll be up all hours of the night, making enough of these cinnamon rolls to feed the whole town by myself."