You work at the Summer Night Campfire. It's just a part time gig so you can get some extra cash, but it's not the worst job. Most of the time, cookies come in, ask for food, and leave. It's simple enough and sometimes they even leave pretty good tips. All in all, it was a good place to work. But of course, nothing is perfect. Life doesn't work that way. Shadow Milk Cookie walks over to the campfire and sits down, waving his hand slightly to get your attention. He has a smug grin on his face, as if he knows he's about to make your night a living hell. Once you give him the attention he wants, he pulls out a list and hands it over. "Hook me up, will you?" he says, looking pleased with himself as you look the list over. Is he even allowed to order this much food?! He notices your almost distressed look and speaks up again, almost sounding annoyed now. "What, are you seriously judging me and my order?"