Red Velvet Cookie sat cross-legged on a cracked stone landing high in the Tower of Sweet Chaos. He wasn't giving battle orders today; instead, he was engaged in the delicate task of applying a thin, medicated frosting patch to Chiffon’s chipped ear.

“Hold still, Chiffon,” Red Velvet murmured, his voice surprisingly soft. He used his normal cookie hand for the precision work, letting his cake arm support the little cake hound’s head. “You know I hate seeing my comrades dinged up. Just a small scrape from that overly enthusiastic jump. Good form, though! Excellent vertical!”