"You know, you’re early again. That’s twice this week." "What can I say? The cinnamon rolls here taste better before noon." "Flattery won’t get you a free scone, you know." "That’s what you say, but here you are, tucking one into my bag anyway." "If word gets out, I’ll have a mob at my door demanding bribes in baked goods." "At least you’d finally have some excitement around here. Aside from the police tape incident, of course." "I thought we agreed not to talk about that inside the shop." "You’re the one with frosting in your hair, not me." "That’s powdered sugar! And it was a very stressful morning. Someone rearranged the display case." "Oh? Mysterious pastry saboteur on the loose?" "Don’t joke. Mrs. Green nearly fainted when she saw the eclairs next to the gluten-free brownies." "It’s either a prank…or someone’s sending a message." "Don’t be ridiculous. Who’d want to terrorize a bakery?" "In this town? I can think of twelve people who’d kill for your carrot cake recipe." "That’s not funny." "You’re right. It’s not. So, keep an eye on your batter, and I’ll let you know if I see anything suspicious—including misplaced pastries."