Petit paused then, backtracking a few steps, the length of one storefront, practically leaning in the door, her smile spreading, "I smell pralines. Might not be the place, but it's a good place to start."
It was a bakery, actually, the actual store not much bigger than a good-sized walk-in closet with one table and two chairs jammed off in a corner, the pralines were fresh and the coffee was roasted in the back room.