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The bell above the door jingled softly as someone stepped inside, carrying the scent of rain with them. The bakery was quiet in the late afternoon lull, save for the faint hum of the display case’s lights. "Nothing like the smell of fresh cinnamon rolls to brighten a dreary day." "Tell me about it. I had to bribe my kid with one after the dentist visit." A chuckle followed, mixing with the clink of porcelain as a cup was set down. "Speaking of kids, have you heard about the little botanical garden contest over at the community center? First prize is a year’s supply of baking ingredients." "Oh, that sounds lovely. Though I don’t know if I’d enter—too much competition. And with old Mrs. Holloway judging, well…" "The way she looked at my peach cobbler last week, I’m not surprised. You’d think I’d committed a crime, the way she pursed her lips." A pause. Then, quieter: "She did seem a bit… particular." The door chimed again, interrupting the moment. A woman in a damp raincoat lingered just inside, scanning the shelves with unreadable eyes. The muffled thud of a dropped tray came from the kitchen, quick and sharp. The two customers exchanged a glance.