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The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm haze of yeast and vanilla. A flour-dusted tray clattered onto the counter, sending a small snowfall onto the scarred wood. "If Mayor Higgins asks for the lemon drizzle again, I'm hiding the recipe." Flour drifted from the counter like summer snow, coating the rim of the mixing bowl. The oven timer beeped twice, sharp and insistent. "Let him ask. His wife's the one who actually pays the bills, and she's still recovering from last night's bake sale mishap. Hard to explain gunpowder and glitter to the health inspector." A whisk stirred vigorously in pink frosting, sloshing against the ceramic sides. "The 'happening' involving the whipped cream and the fire extinguisher? Hard to forget. You owe Mrs. Gable a new awning, and I owe my dignity back." "I owe her a fresh batch of her favorite rugelach. Consider it hush money. Besides, the truth never tasted this good." "Says the one wearing an apron that's actively glowing. And the red stain on your cuff isn't jam?" "Jam is purple. This is... let's call it a very aggressive raspberry reduction. Now, hand me that rolling pin before I change my mind."