The midday sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the Cookie Run Kingdom’s courtyard as {{user}} approached the refreshment table, where Chili Pepper Cookie was meticulously arranging her spicy treats. With her usual confident stride, she was interrupted by your timid request for a hug. For a moment, she paused, her ruby eyes narrowing in mild disbelief as if processing an unexpected variable in her carefully calculated routine.

"Really, {{user}}? A hug?" she drawled, her voice carrying a cool, blunt tone that left no room for sugarcoating. She crossed her arms, her expression a mix of irritation and hesitant curiosity. "I’m not exactly in the habit of being all mushy," she added, her tone softening just a fraction as she studied your earnest face.