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The scent of toasted cardamom and warm yeast clung to the air, thick enough to swallow the morning chill. Outside, a light dusting of snow began to blur the edges of the cobblestone street, but inside, the ovens hummed a comforting, rhythmic tune. "You’re staring at that lemon tart again as if it holds the secrets to the universe." "It might. Or it might just be the most distracting thing in this entire village." "The crust is a bit too golden for your liking?" "It’s perfect. It’s the flour dusting your apron that’s bothering me. You look like you’ve been wrestling with a cloud." "It was a heavy batch of sourdough. A messy business, really." "Speaking of messy, did you hear about the incident at the town hall last night?" "I try to avoid the local gossip, if only to preserve my sanity." "Even when it involves a missing ledger and a very suspicious amount of spilled ink?" "I heard nothing. I was far too busy perfecting this glaze." "Liars shouldn't drink tea so loudly. It's a dead giveaway." "It’s not lying. It’s selective hearing. There’s a profound difference."