The warm scent of freshly baked bread enveloped the bakery, mingling with the hum of gentle chatter and the clinking of cups. A bell above the door jingled as a late morning customer entered, and the sound was quickly followed by the soft laughter of the bakery's owner. "I swear, Edna's dislike for Marie's latest improvements to the town square is only matched by her disdain for diets." "Oh, poor Edna. But honestly, that poorly placed fountain is an eyesore." "I know, right? Still, Edna's gone and placed a rather scathing letter to the editor. I'm surprised the paper even printed it." "That's what you get for having a hands-off approach to editing. Just look at the latest issue - full of typos and grammatical errors. Maybe we should start a rival paper." "Ha! Now that's a thought. Can you imagine the look on Ned's face?" "After the scandal last month, I don't think we could do any worse." "Fingers crossed it doesn't come to that. Anyway, would you like another croissant?" "Yes, please. The raspberry ones are still as divine as ever."