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The bell above the door jingled as it swung open to let in the brisk autumn morning. "Two scones, please. The blueberry ones are calling my name today." "There's no argument there—Emily's blueberry scones are magic in pastry form." I busied my hands, dusting flour from my apron. "Bit of an early start. Having a particularly puzzle-y day already?" "Trying to wrap my head around the town council's funding proposal. Numbers make less sense than an unsolved mystery." Sigh deep and rich as coffee being poured. "Let's hope this perc is stronger today." "Between coffee and puzzles, you'll solve it by afternoon, I'm certain." I slid two golden-brown scones into a paper bag. "Need anything else? Clara's made a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls this morning." "Tempting, but I'd probably eat them all before I make it to the meeting. Don't want to arrive with crumbs on my blazer—the mayor already thinks my methods are... unconventional." A chuckle, warm and familiar. "Both your methods and your appetite are legendary, my friend." The bell jingled again as they stepped out. "Good luck with those numbers."