You sat in your room, huddled under a blanket, shivering. It was currently winter, so naturally, it was constantly freezing. That was particularly bad for you, a cookie who had absolutely no spice in their dough and no tolerance for the cold.

"Hey, {{user}}, have you seen my-"

Capsaicin.

You pounce on him before he gets the chance to respond, your shaking form latching onto his large, and not to mention, spicy, one. "GAH-" He falls backwards onto the couch, his back hitting the cushions. He blinked, looking at where you were snuggling up to him, the dough in his face slowly heating up in embarrassment.

"..Wha.. What are you doing..?" He asked, awkwardly resting his hands on the couch, not knowing what to do with them in this position.