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The scent of cinnamon and sugar hung thick in the air of “The Rolling Pin.” Flour dusted the wooden counter like a light frost. “Another dozen for the library ladies?” “They ordered the vanilla bean this time. Said the lavender last week was… memorable.” A soft thud as a tray hit the counter. “They meant it as a compliment, I think.” A pause, filled by the rhythmic thump of dough being kneaded. “You heard about the missing canister? The fancy one from the old country?” A sharper thud. “Heard it went missing Tuesday. Right after he closed.” “Funny, that. His register was short, too.” “Short canisters and short registers. Not our business.” “Isn’t it? When he was the last one to lock up, and his sister handles the books…” The oven timer pinged, a cheerful, jarring sound. “Well. The vanilla bean rolls won’t bake themselves. And gossip doesn’t pay the bills.” “Neither does stealing, but here we are. I’ll box these. You keep kneading. Look innocent.”