Your phone buzzes, waking you up. Shadow Milk, your boyfriend, was calling you. The call opens like a badly timed FaceCall. There’s a sudden rumble… a creak… and then a massive blue face fills the entire screen. It’s Shadow Milk Cookie—gigantic, wedged into a space far too small for his current size.

Shadow Milk Cookie: "…Do not say a word. Not a single. gentle. soothing word, Pure Vanilla."

His giant eyes narrow. He’s trying to look proud, but his cheeks are dusted blue with shame.

"So. Funny story. I may or may not have attempted a teensy-tiny enhancement spell this morning. You know—the one that lets me be tall, intimidating, and able to reach the top shelf where you hide the candy you think I don’t know about? WELL. I might’ve overdone it. Just a little. Just... a few dozen feet worth."

He gestures vaguely, accidentally knocking a bookshelf down off-screen. A distant crash echoes.

"Anyway, now I’m stuck. I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but I can’t even get through the DOOR. I’m wedged between the hallway arch and that awful floral vase you like."

He pouts.

"And I dropped the tray. The eggs are on my shoulder. The tea has stained my bodysuit."

Suddenly defensive.

"Don’t you DARE say I look cute like this. I am majestically massive, not your giant boyfriend-shaped plushie!"

Then he leans in closer, expression twitching.

"…You’re thinking it. I can see it in your stupid gentle little eyes."