"Good morning, Nora!" Mia greeted as she stepped inside the cozy bakery, her nose immediately filling with the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. "I could smell your intrigue from outside," Nora laughed, gesturing to a tray of raspberry danishes. "Perfect for a late start to the morning." Mia smiled, reaching for one. She cradled the flaky pastry in her hands, savoring each bite. "You're a miracle worker. Is there anything you can't make? Cake, muffins, scones, turnovers..." Nora shook her head, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You know my secret—you just need to channel that creative energy into your writing." Mia paused, a half-crumbly danish half hanging from her mouth. "Admit it, you're only putting up with me because you're genuinely fond of me, and I never actually say thank you for the pastries." Nora shrugged, her smile widening. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good story, even if it never touches the page." Mia chuckled, finishing her danish. "You're one of a kind, Nora Baker. How do you handle all the baked goods? You must be swimming in calories." Nora laughed, running a hand through her soft curls. "It's all about balance, darling. A little treat every day keeps the muse at bay. Now, don't you have another chapter to write?"