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The bell above the bakery door gave a cheerful jingle as morning light spilled across the worn hardwood floor. Warm scents of cinnamon and fresh yeast wrapped around them like a hug. “These scones are drier than last week’s sermon.” “You say that every Tuesday, yet you buy two every time.” A soft chuckle floated between the display cases. Flour dusted the wooden counter where a dozen golden pastries cooled on racks. “I’m just supporting local business. Wouldn’t want Mabel to go out of business.” “Mabel retired in ’09, dear. You’re stuck with me now.” The sound of a knife slicing through parchment paper filled the brief silence. “These lemon bars though… they’re new.” “Family recipe. Don’t tell Eunice at the knitting circle or she’ll accuse me of witchcraft again.” Laughter bubbled up, light and familiar. “Too late. She already thinks your pie crust is unnatural.” “Well, she’s not entirely wrong. The secret’s in the vinegar.” “Vinegar? In pie crust? Now that really is suspicious.” “Another scone?” “Twist my arm.”