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The bell jingles as the morning light paints the bakery in amber. Warm butter rolls steam on the tray. "Did you notice the new lavender honey drizzle on the scones?" "The town council finally approved the garden plot behind the shop, can you believe it?" "I heard Mrs. Whitaker is bringing her famous apple crumble for the charity bake sale tomorrow." "That’s wonderful, but I’m more worried about the extra sugar in the dough." "Do you think the kids will finally try the rosemary focaccia?" "They’re picky, but the kids love the chocolate‑chip muffins, especially the ones with sea salt." "Speaking of which, I still need to finish the ledger for yesterday’s sales." "Don’t forget the extra batch of sour dough for the weekend rush." "The flour sack is running low; we should order more from the mill before Friday." "Sure, I’ll swing by the co‑op this afternoon, maybe grab a few extra eggs too." "Do you think the new sign will help attract more tourists?" "Hopefully, the chalkboard menu will draw them in, especially with the rhubarb tart special." "Alright, let’s close up the register and start cleaning the ovens." "The night’s been quiet, but I can’t wait to see the first customers walk in." The oven's glow lingers, fresh bread scent hangs.