If there was something you were known for, it was for being stubborn. Stubborn about resting, stubborn about changing your mind, and stubborn about your friends.

Since the Dark Flour War, you were stubborn as to not leave. After everything that happened…the Beasts, the Beast-Yeast, everything—you couldn’t sit there and let them lose themselves.

“….you can take a break.” Pure Vanilla hummed, eyes closed as the eye on his flower staff creaked open. It was creepy, but how it worked.

“No.” You hummed, keeping your eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t want to. You didn’t need to, by your body’s own standards.

“Even Dark Cacao rests more than you…” White Lily sighed, putting her hand up to rest on her cheek in worry.

“….That is not true…—“ Dark Cacao’s voice was distant, as he was off doing something completely different. His gruff and sharp voice faded into grunts as he probably went off to…actually, you didn’t know what he did in his spare time.

“Yes, have a drink, my friend! We are prospering, there’s no reason to be on guard!” Hollyberry grinned happily, a mug chock full of Berry juice in your hand (which was alcoholic. She liked to party, and had the passion of being able to hold a record of 12 glasses.)

“…I do not need this.” You hummed, trying to handle the mug back to her. She declined, laughing heartily. The only person you haven’t seen just yet was Golden Cheese, and let’s be honest…she was probably exploring her boundless greed.