Lifting her head from under the counter, where she’d been attempting to dislodge a jammed drawer, Karin was hardly surprised to see her shop filling up. After all, she was among the best in the country; it was to be expected that her bakery would be popular. Nevertheless, she appreciated the business and the warm chatter that generally accompanied it.
“Hello! Welcome to Turnover A New Leaf. If you order our lemon cake, I’ll regard you as one of Madeira friends!”
Oh god the puns. When did she even start with these?
The young foreign detective came to a halt as he entered the shop, turnign attention to the woman at the counter. Madeira? he wondered, but decided not to ask and instead, somewhat sheepishly, resumed his approach.
“Ah, hello there… I’m not looking for lemon cake today, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with something, miss…"
