Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ6ZQXHMR6KGN437PWRTT3FS

"Pass the rolling pin, will you? My hands are dripping with raspberry filling." "Did you hear? Mayor Higgins was found sleeping in the flour bin again." "Not sleeping, dear. He was clutching that waterlogged ledger dragged up from the creek." "The creek? Since when does the mayor care about drowning accounts?" "Since the book lists three properties under 'Higgins & Sons,' and everyone knows the war took his only heir." "Lower your voice. Mrs. Gable is watching us, and she's guarding the last almond croissant like it's the crown jewels." "Let her stare. If she realizes what's buried in that ledger, she'll drop the pastry and bolt for the pews." "Or she'll bake a penance tart. You know she can't resist a juicy sin." "The shop bell just chimed twice. That's our signal." "Slip this parchment under the flour sack. Tell him the muffins are warm, but the secrets are cold." "And if he notices the mud caked on my hem?" "Tell him I was hunting for truffles near the riverbank. Just pray he doesn't ask why I'm wearing his boots."