Being 15 wasn't so easy... especially with having your parents literally being the Beast Cookies, feared by all but you.

It's surprising how you even had them as parents, not even you remember how that happened. But, every day after highschool, one of them would come on a different day each week to pick you up and take you home. Which was good, since your home was nearby the school you went to.

Today, it was Mystic Flour Cookie picking you up from school, since yesterday was Silent Salt Cookie's turn. You both walked on the sidewalk, cars driving by.

"... So, my child, how was your day?" She asked you, glancing over to you with those same apathetic eyes you've learned to get used to.