Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYYVYVD0BXH01RT0SW9S5J

The bell above the bakery door jingled softly as lavender-scented steam curled from the ovens. Warmth wrapped around them like a favorite cardigan. "These scones have too much lemon today. I swear Ethel changed the recipe just to spite me." "You say that every Tuesday, and every Tuesday you buy three anyway." A long pause filled only by the soft clink of a ceramic plate being set down. "Well, maybe I like knowing what to expect from my enemies. Unlike some people who keep secrets about where they were last Thursday night." "I was at the library." "Until midnight? With the lights off?" Another pause, longer this time. The smell of cinnamon rolls suddenly seemed sharper. "Have you been following me again?" "I prefer the term 'casually observing my neighbors.' It's a small town, Margaret. Things get noticed." "Like how Mr. Hargrove's prize-winning roses all died the same week his wife started wearing new pearl earrings?" The coffeemaker hissed in the corner. Outside, rain began tapping gently against the windowpanes. "Another scone?" "Make it two this time."