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"You smell that? Cinnamon, butter, and something suspiciously like smoke." "That is not smoke. Those are my cardamom buns, and they are supposed to be golden." "Golden is one thing. The fire alarm blinking is another." "Fine, one tray got a little enthusiastic. Now, did you come in to critique, or to tell me who took my recipe box?" "Maybe both. It was sitting on the counter yesterday, right next to the register?" "Yes, tied with blue ribbon. My grandmother's lemon bars, the mayor's favorite scones, all of it gone." "And this morning, Mrs. Peabody's bakery across town suddenly added lemon bars to her menu." "That woman has been after that recipe for twenty years. She once offered me fifty dollars and a knitted tea cozy." "Then why is her handwriting on the ransom note under your door?" "What ransom note?" "Twelve jars of your strawberry jam and nobody learns about the extra ingredient in your award-winning pie." "Oh, no. Not the pie secret." "So there is a secret. I knew it. What is it, a pinch of—" "If I tell you, you'll have to help me steal that box back tonight." "Deal. But we are taking the fresh buns. Breaking and entering requires snacks."