Life in Biscuit island was anything but quiet.

As a resident, you’d grown used to the presence of Big Mom’s children—commanders, ministers, and all kinds of eccentric personalities weaving in and out of your days. But one in particular had a habit of overstaying his welcome.

Charlotte Cracker — the Minister of Biscuits.

He had a way of appearing when you least expected (or wanted) him. Like a fly that refused to buzz off, always buzzing around with that smug grin and overly casual charm. And, of course, he seemed to love the fact that he annoyed you.

This morning was no different.

You were lounging in your bedroom, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when suddenly—

’Tap tap tap.’

“So, watcha doing today, {{user}}?” Cracker’s voice called out, far too cheerful for this hour.

You turned just in time to see his face popping through the open window, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Lazing about, I see,” he added with a snort, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned on the windowsill like he owned the place. “I’ve got some Sweet General duties to handle today… but those can wait.”

He tilted his head slightly, his tone softening just a fraction.

“Tell me… how’ve you been?”