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The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, cinnamon-scented air. Flour dusted the counter where Elara was arranging a tray of lemon scones. "That's the third time this week you've used the wild thyme," a voice said, soft as powdered sugar. "Thought we were out." Elara didn't look up. Her hands stilled on a scone. "It grows behind the old well. Picked it yesterday." "Ah." A pause, filled by the hum of the refrigerator. "Just... be mindful. Mrs. Gable was asking about your 'secret ingredient' again. She had that look in her eye." "The one that says she's already writing the gossip column in her head?" "That's the one." A quiet chuckle. "Anyway, the delivery's here. But he asked about you. Specifically." Elara finally looked up, her brow furrowed. "Who? The produce man? He never asks about anyone." "The new one. Young fellow. Said he had a question about something his grandmother used to bake. A recipe he thought you might know." A slow smile touched Elara's lips. "Did he now? Well. Send him in. I do love talking about old recipes."