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“Honestly, Mabel, two lemon drizzle cakes gone before ten AM. It’s madness.” “Old Man Hemlock’s funeral, dear. Everyone needs a little sweetness to get through *that*.” “Still. He didn’t deserve half the gossip flying around about him, did he? All over a prize-winning pumpkin.” “Deserve’s got nothing to do with it, Agnes. People love a scandal. Though, I heard Beatrice Buttercup was positively *gleeful* at the wake. Said she always knew Hemlock cheated somehow.” “Beatrice would claim the moon was made of cheese if it suited her. Did you see her eyeing up my Eccles cakes? Like a hawk.” “Just ignore her. More for us, then. Though, speaking of eyeing…did you notice young Timmy over there, sketching in that little notebook? Been here for an hour, just…watching.” “Watching *what*, exactly? The sugar cookies?” “Not the sugar cookies. He keeps glancing at the noticeboard. The one with the gardening club announcement. And…Mrs. Gable’s missing cat poster.” “Timmy Hemlock? Now *that’s* surprising. He barely spoke two words to his grandfather.” “Indeed. Something’s not quite right, Agnes. Not quite right at all.”