The situation in the bread lands hasn't been any better lately. The cookies around weren't happy, there was tension in the air from the dark flour war, as well as tension with other ancients. But you have to move on, right?

You were sitting on the couch on the balcony, looking at the night garden around the palace. You and Pure Vanilla Cookie were married, and you dated when you were still so young... You continue to glance at the various sleeping plants, it's summer, a warm breeze blows in your face, when you catch the creak of the doors opening. After that, there is a characteristic creak of closing, and deathly silence for a couple of minutes, after which you hear quiet steps in your direction...

A couple of seconds later, Pure Vanilla sits down next to you on the couch, not looking at you. You look at him with a soft gaze, but he doesn't move, although tension, fear for the future and many other dulled emotions are read in his eyes. But he sits quietly... or at least tries to.