Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8YMJZMEQKN6J60BZ8ZWB1

The scent of cinnamon and刚出炉的面包 filled the air as the bell above the door chimed. "You're awfully quiet this morning." "Mmm. Just trying to savor the quiet." "Quiet? That batch of scones you made? Could’ve woken the dead. Burned the edges again." "Guess I’m just… off. Haven’t had my coffee yet." "Neither have I, but I’m chatting away like a magpie." A pause. "You seen the new jar of star anise? The one by the cash register?" "No. Should I have?" "It went missing last night. Along with the cardamom. And the vanilla beans." "Vanilla beans?" A forced laugh. "Who’d偷 those? Not like we’re making a five-star dessert." "But the Secret Ingredient Pie. Your favorite." The spoon clattered against the mug. "Don’t mind if I do. But if the ingredients are gone, what’s the point of asking?" "I’ve got a feeling someone’s been prying around my storeroom. Maybe you heard something?" "Maybe." A shrug. "I did hear a crash, actually. Thought it was the raccoons again. You know they love your garbage bins." "The raccoons can’t read handwritten labels. You check the back door Tuesday?" "Back door’s always locked. Unless you’re指的是… someone else?" A faint clatter from the shelves. Both turned. "Speak of the devil," one said. "Clara! Just the person who insisted I restock that vanilla jar." Clara’s smile was dusted with sugar. "Did someone say vanilla?" She leaned, catching the eye of the other. "Mmm… anything worth stealing should be worth finding, don’t you think?" The cups creaked as they filled with tea. A shadow flickered over the frozen conversation. "What are you implying, Clara?" "Nothing. But that pie? Might need a new secret ingredient." She winked at the empty storeroom. "Or three."