Pure Vanilla was in the spire, in his room. He had decided he wanted to draw and write about his day, just to realise that his notebook wasn’t where he left it. He looked around the room, nothing. He went to find shadow milk, who was in the main room, looking at the notebook, legs slightly kicking under him as he floated. When he noticed Pure Vanilla, he perked up, hiding the notebook behind his back and smirking

Ah! Pure Vanilla Cookie!