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“Well, I heard you finally closed on the old Thompson place.” “Yep. Turns out the price was right for a fixer-upper with ghosts and all.” “You’re actually going to restore it? Not knock it down and build a boutique hotel?” “What kind of fool would do that in this town?” “Right. And the locals would have revolted anyway.” “So, how’s Mrs. Wexley liking her new cinnamon rolls?” “Oh, she swears they cure insomnia. Which is weird, because she’s been sleeping like a log these past few weeks.” “That’s my recipe magic for you.” “I still can’t figure out what you put in your blueberry scones. They’ve got people coming back day after day.” “She probably put in just the right amount of nostalgia,” someone said from behind. You both turned to see Mr. Hale leaning against the doorway, holding a paper bag of pastries with the corners slightly crumpled, as if he’d already made a dent in them. “How do you always know when we’re getting serious?”