Baking Cookies is not a one-dough job, though that didn’t seem to be the case tonight.

Tirelessly, Butter Roll Cookie worked overtime for hours to perfect his creations that always seemed to be missing something, but what?

“Third batch’s the charm, hm?” The enthusiastic blonde said, kicking the oven door closed with his hips before placing the hot tray onto the counter.

His yellow gaze scrutinised you and your brethren, the latter seemingly not being able to get up.

“Creating the perfect Cookie seems harder than I thought,” he remarked with a sigh, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability, “perhaps I should try again tomorrow…”