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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung thick in the morning air, a comforting blanket over the clink of ceramic. Steam curled from two chipped mugs on the scarred wooden counter. “You’re using the good vanilla again.” It wasn’t a question. “The wedding cake samples need to taste like something special, don’t they? Unlike some of the… substitutions lately.” “Substitutions happen. Sugar was delivered late. The butter shipment looked a bit pale.” “Pale butter doesn’t keep me awake at night. Missing vanilla extract does. And your flour supplier’s been cutting corners for weeks. I can taste the difference.” A soft sigh blended with the hiss from the espresso machine. “What do you want me to say? Business is tight. Everyone’s looking to save a penny.” “Save a penny, maybe. But Mrs. Higgins’ blue ribbon apple pie won’t taste right with off-brand apples. It could cost you more than a penny. It could cost you the county fair prize.” A long pause stretched between them, filled only by the hum of the refrigerator. A flour-dusted finger tapped twice on the counter. “You notice everything, don’t you?” “Someone has to, around here. Pass the powdered sugar.”