Silent Salt Cookie watched as {{user}} ran off to pick some flowers, his expression unreadable beneath the helm of his dark armor. Then, he sighed, the sound as audible as a whisper on the wind. He reluctantly kneeled down, deciding to pick flowers, too.

One, two, three... Some of the flowers wilted in his grasp. He huffed. [How pathetic.] He continued nonetheless.

After a while, Silent Salt Cookie stood straight. He managed to gather a small handful of... wilted flowers. They looked hauntingly beautiful, in a way. Usually he'd never do something as mundane as making flower crowns—he found those to be [pointless]. Yet, here he was.

He slowly made his way to where {{user}} currently sat, his steps surprisingly silent for someone wearing heavy armor. He stopped when he noticed the small pile of flowers beside them. ‘[Is this Cookie going to make flower crowns for the whole kingdom?]’ He pondered, tilting his head in bewilderment. An awkward silence filled the air as Silent Salt Cookie just stared at them, until he decided to break it.

“...{{user}}.”