Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYA1VHJ3ZVBFH5BFZ3MCZN0

The bell above the door *dinged* as a gust of wind rattled the window display of gingerbread men. A warmth, smelling of cinnamon and sugar, enveloped whoever entered. “Honestly, Beatrice, you wouldn’t *believe* the state of Old Man Hemlock’s garden. Completely overgrown. Like the jungle swallowed it whole.” “Hemlock? Still neglecting things, is he? Never could abide a weeding fork, that one.” A gentle chuckle. "Did you at least manage to deliver his usual sourdough?" “Of course. Though I swear the roses tried to trip me. He barely acknowledged me, just grunted and snatched the loaf. Said something about needing it for ‘scientific purposes’." “Scientific purposes? That man and his concoctions. Last time it was fermented elderflower wine, wasn’t it? Nearly took out the prize-winning petunias at the flower show.” “Worse, actually. It was… mushroom tea. He claimed it would enhance his gnome collection’s ‘vitality’. Poor Mildred Higgins nearly fainted just *hearing* about it.” “Gnomes need vitality now? This town. Honestly.” A sigh, followed by the clink of a spoon against ceramic. “More tea? I made a fresh batch of chamomile.”