In the heart of Meadowgrove, the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air. The bell above the door chimed as a woman entered the cozy bakery, her eyes scanning the display case. "Good morning, Emily," the baker called from behind the counter, wiping his hands on a flour-dusted apron. "Morning, Henry," she replied, smiling. "I'll have the usual, please." "Coming right up," Henry responded, reaching for the tray of pastries. "You know, I heard they're expecting another tourist season. Might be a good time to add some new items to the menu." Emily nodded, grabbing a small table by the window. "I've been thinking about that. Maybe some of Grandma's old recipes. People love trying new things." Henry chuckled, sliding a plate of danishes in front of her. "Well, we won't know unless we try, right? Let's see how this tourist season goes." Emily took a sip of her coffee, watching the small town outside the window. "I'm looking forward to it. Who knows? Maybe we'll even have a little competition between the two of us." Henry laughed, "Competition is healthy, Emily. Just don't forget, I've been doing this a lot longer than you." Emily grinned, "And I've got the fresh ideas, Henry. Let's make this the best tourist season yet."