The bell above the bakery door jingled as the morning rush subsided, leaving behind a warm, sugary haze and the rich aroma of freshly baked bread. Behind the counter, a pyramid of golden croissants teetered beside a tray of frosted cupcakes. "I heard poor Edna had to be rushed to the hospital last night." "Do you think it was the scones?" "Of course, it was the scones. She's had a sensitive stomach for years. All those butter and cream scones aren't doing her any favors." "What about the new health inspector? I heard he's been making waves in town. Do you think he had anything to do with it?" "Oh, don't be ridiculous. The health inspector wouldn't poison someone over a few workplace violations." "You don't know that. I heard he used to work in the city. He's probably got a grudge against small towns like ours." "Well, if he's trying to take down our beloved bakery, he's going to have to go through me first." "Ha! I'd like to see him try." "I heard he's a real charmer, too. Looks like a young Harrison Ford." "Prices have gone up again, by the way. I think we're going to have to start charging extra for the fancy pastries." "Those fancy pastries are the only reason people come in here. Besides, we make up for it with the cake orders." "True. That wedding cake for the Jenkins' daughter is going to be a real moneymaker." "I'm counting on it."