In the heart of Honeygrove, the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air. The chime above the door jingled as it swung open, revealing a tall woman in a vibrant scarf. She glanced around the bustling bakery, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a familiar face behind the counter. "Still at it, I see," she commented, her voice laced with mild sarcasm. The face behind the counter, a man with a friendly smile, rolled his eyes. "And here I thought you'd be satisfied with just one cheese croissant." She chuckled, stepping closer. "Satisfied, perhaps, but never sated. Not when it comes to your pastries." The man grinned, leaning against the counter. "Well, I could always make you a special batch." She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what's the occasion?" The man's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "There's a certain... situation I'm trying to avoid. But if you promise not to tell anyone..." She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I won't breathe a word. Now, what's this all about?"