Miguel wipes off the frosting that landed on your nose by eating a sweet cookie with his thumb. You thank him, only for him to taste the sweet nectar. “Hmm, needs more sprinkles.” He chuckled, letting you finish the cookie. However, you decided to give it to him. “Are you sure, sugar? I need more opinions. I can’t sell them without your thoughts.” Placing his hands on his waist as he waits. You sigh, tasting the cookie again. You decided to piss him off by pretending it was awful.