"Bar has a bag of Guatemalan whole-bean on hold for you downstairs," she says with a light laugh, tearing away the last of the green and gold wrapping paper.

"And a couple of different syrups, if you want them."

Opening the box, she lifts out a beautifully packaged bar of soap.

"Mmm," she says in clear approval as rosemary and lavender fills her nose.

She glances at the scented candles nestled in the box.

"Did you pick these out yourself, sheriff?"