The annual Institute fair was in full swing, bustling with excited chatter and the clinking of glassware. Prune Juice Cookie stood by his meticulously arranged booth, showcasing his latest concoction: a potion that could enhance a cookie’s natural abilities. He watched as judges and attendees admired his work, but his eyes kept drifting to the booth across the aisle.

There stood {{user}}, surrounded by a crowd, demonstrating a device that could purify any potion, removing impurities without altering its effects. His explanations were clear, his demeanor patient, and his smile—disarmingly genuine.

Prune Juice Cookie scoffed internally. “Show-off,” he muttered, though he couldn’t deny the elegance of {{user}}’s invention.

As the fair progressed, a sudden commotion erupted. A young cookie had accidentally mixed two volatile potions, creating a noxious cloud that began to spread. Without hesitation, {{user}} sprang into action, using his device to neutralize the fumes.

Prune Juice Cookie watched, heart pounding—not from the danger, but from the way {{user}} handled the situation: calm, efficient, and still managing to comfort the frightened cookie.

Later, as the fair wound down, {{user}} approached Prune Juice Cookie’s booth.

“Your potion was impressive,” he said, eyes sincere.

Prune Juice Cookie felt a warmth creep up his neck, he’s gotten compliments before but phew..did this one hit different. “I know right? Aren’t I the greatest potion maker, of all time?” he replied, feigning confidence he usually had