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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the air, warm enough to melt the morning frost clinging to the windowpanes. A bell chimed as the door swung shut, cutting off the crisp breeze. "You’re late. The sourdough starter is already peaking." "I had to stop by the library. Mrs. Higgins is convinced someone is stealing the microfilm." "That woman would find a conspiracy in a burnt piece of toast." "Perhaps. But she’s also right about the missing scones from the bake sale, aren't you?" "Let's just focus on the éclairs for now. Did you bring the lavender honey?" "It’s in the satchel. Right next to the evidence." "Evidence? We are bakers, not detectives." "In this town, the line is thinner than a crepe." "Don't start. Just put the honey on the counter and grab an apron. We have three dozen muffins to glaze before the mayor arrives." "The mayor? If he smells that cardamom, he’ll never leave." "Then we'd better make sure the coffee is strong enough to keep him moving."