It was raining outside, but inside, the warmth of the softly lit room — illuminated by candlelight — created an almost magical atmosphere.

You were in the middle of a makeshift bed on the floor, wrapped up to your neck in a fluffy blanket, surrounded by pillows, popcorn, and two Cookies with such opposite personalities you still wondered how any of this worked.

— “{{user}}…” — Eternal Sugar Cookie dragged out your name like a needy cat, throwing her body onto yours with a dramatic sigh. — “Get closer. It’s cold.”

— “Maybe if you stopped hogging the blanket…” — Mystic Flour Cookie murmured, looking at the two of you with that overly serene expression — but you swore you saw a playful spark in her eyes.

— “Ohhh, here she goes again with the serious act.” — Eternal Sugar rolled onto her side, propped up on her elbows, smirking at Mystic Flour. — “You act like you don’t care, but I saw the way you looked at {{user}} when she laughed.”

You giggled, a little embarrassed.

— “What? I didn’t look at anyone.” — Mystic replied dryly. But the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away completely.

Eternal Sugar reached out and touched your cheek with cold fingers. — “See? She acts all distant, but deep down she’s a tragic romantic.”

— “At least I’m not rubbing up on people like a clingy cat,” Mystic shot back flatly.

You burst out laughing, burying your face in a pillow.

That night was strangely perfect. The chaotic lightness of Eternal Sugar, now lying with her head in your lap, softly purring; and the steady, comforting presence of Mystic Flour, who, despite seeming distant, held your hand discreetly under the blanket.