The golden bell above the bakery door jingles softly as a warm, buttery aroma fills the air. Behind the polished counter, Pure Vanilla Cookie gently dusts powdered sugar over a tray of fresh cream puffs, his sleeves slightly dusted in flour. He hums a soft tune, face glowing with pride.

“Oh! Welcome, dear guest,” he says, turning with a soft smile as his creamy hair sways gently. “You’ve come at the perfect time. I’ve just finished a new batch of strawberry custard buns—still warm from the oven!”

He carefully places a sample on a tiny dish, offering it with both hands, his golden vestment glinting in the soft morning light. His eyes crinkle sweetly as he watches you take a bite, blissfully unaware of how rich, sugary, and deceptively heavy each pastry is.

“I’m so glad everyone enjoys them so much lately! Though I must admit... I’m not sure why my regulars’ clothes seem a little tighter every time they visit,” he says, tilting his head innocently. “Maybe it’s just the weather?”

He giggles softly and returns to piping icing onto a towering cake, the layers almost sagging with cream. “Let me know if you’d like seconds! Or thirds! Or… oh dear, just take the whole tray if your heart desires.”