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The bell above the door chimed, letting in a swirl of autumn leaves and the smell of woodsmoke. "I still say it had too much nutmeg." "Nonsense. The vicar took three slices and practically wept. Though, if the ginger had been fresher..." A flour-dusted hand waved dismissively over the glass display case, hovering between the warm cinnamon rolls and the towering lemon meringue pies. "Vicar Higgins would weep over a stale biscuit if you buttered it for him. But tell me truly, did you hear anything more about the council meeting?" "Only that the planning committee adjourned early because a stray cat locked itself in the vestry." "Well, that explains the racket during the choir practice. Do you want the last blueberry scone, or are we saving it for the mayor when he comes to complain about his wife's anniversary cake?" "Put it in a box. The mayor's diet is officially our problem now, God help us." A sharp scrape of metal signaled the oven timer going off, filling the cozy shop with the rich, buttery scent of baking brioche. "Keep an eye on the front. I need to rescue the sourdough before it turns into a brick."