Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAZNYFD7GKVRPZTZ7YWK5X

The scent of cinnamon and sugar hung thick in the air, a comforting blanket against the drizzle outside. A small bell above the door chimed as someone entered, shaking droplets from their coat. “Morning, Martha. Usual, please.” “You know it. Rough night?” A hand expertly frosted a batch of cupcakes. “You could say that. Found old Mr. Henderson down by the river. Quite the state, he was.” A pause. The whisk stopped mid-stir. "Goodness gracious. By the river, you say? Was…was it an accident?” “That's what they're saying. But the police seemed to be asking a lot of questions about those antique bird feeders he’d been collecting. Apparently, they’re quite valuable.” “Bird feeders? Really? Who would want to… oh, dear. Not poor Agnes, surely. She always admired his collection." "Agnes was visiting him yesterday, so they tell me. Said he showed her a new one, a rare ruby-throated hummingbird model." “Well, isn't that just dreadful? A beautiful morning ruined by all this… gloom. Here’s your coffee. And a blueberry muffin, on the house. You look like you need it.”