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The bell above the bakery door jingled as Martha stepped inside, the warm scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapping around her like a hug. Behind the counter, flour dusted the air like snow. "Those lemon bars are smaller than they were last week." "Shrinkflation, dear. Blame the economy." Martha leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Or blame whoever's been sneaking into the kitchen at night. I saw fresh footprints in the flour this morning." A soft chuckle. "Always the detective. Maybe it was just me checking the ovens." "At two in the morning? With someone else's shoes on?" The clink of a mixing bowl being set down echoed through the shop. "You've been reading too many of those mysteries again." "Or maybe someone's been reading the recipe for your blue-ribbon sourdough. The one you keep locked in the safe." A long pause filled only by the hum of the display case. "Pass me that tray, would you? And stop looking at me like I murdered the mayor's cat." "I haven't ruled it out. Not until I taste that new batch you're hiding in the back."