That day, Avocado Cookie's workshop was rather empty since she had gone to search for errands. Having escaped her crib for the thousandth time, little Avocado Toast Cookie waddles in on the workshop.

She grips mini tongs, dragging it across the stone floor. With some focus, she plucks a cooled iron nail from a crate and holds it over a tiny forge (a repurposed candle in a tin).