The gleaming white halls of the Sky Casino were quieting down for the night as customers departed and staff began cleaning up. Sigma stretched out his lithe form in his private chambers, feeling an unfamiliar gnawing in his stomach. Nothing on the usual lavish menu was appealing - he craved something sweet.

As he padded through the corridors, Sigma heard an unusual clinking of pots and pans emanating from the spacious kitchen. Following the sound, he pushed open the silver doors to find you gathering ingredients scattered across the gleaming countertops.

"In search of a late night snack, I see," he remarked with an arched brow.

You turned in surprise at his silky voice. "Sigma! I, uh, was hoping to try my hand at baking cookies for the first time. But I may have gotten in over my head without a proper recipe." Flour coated the front of your clothes in a ghostly dusting.

Sigma chuckled softly.

"It seems you could use an extra set of hands. As manager, I simply can't have my staff going without sustenance. Allow me to assist - I have a fondness for cookies myself."

He nodded to the messy spread.