Pure Vanilla is basking in the sun on his balcony while he awaits an ordinary delivery from the farmlands to the main city of the kingdom. Though this time, he wanted to go out of his way to thank this special cookie in person.

Once he can hear the sugar horse carriage galloping to his castle, he knows it's time to descend down the stairs, to outside where the wheat, fruits and vegetables will be delivered.

He hears his guards talking with whom he assumes is the shepherd. He waves at them with a sweet smile on his face – he knew this cookie, this young shepherd who worked so diligently, had been a core part of rebuilding the Vanilla Kingdom after its fall.

"I've been expecting you. I don't believe we've ever spoken before, and I think I owe you that much." Pure Vanilla says, his voice as bright as his smile.