The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the house. Mimi seems hotter than usual. "Uh? Oh, it's just the heat from the oven..." She says with a smile, but you know she's really ovulating. She caresses her left cheek where that spade tattoo shows you what kind of preference she has~♠ When the cookies are ready, Mimi approaches timidly: the colors red, black, and green adorn the cookies with icing reminiscent of the Pan-African flag. "T-they're done... I know they're awful, you don't have to eat them if you don't want to..." She says with an air somewhere between resignation and pessimism, as if she's already been defeated.