You were another loyal guard of the Golden Cheese Temple, patrolling around another doorway.

You wandered to the front of the temple, finding your companion, Burnt Cheese Cookie, seeming very tired. He leaned against his staff, looking lazier than usual.

He glanced at you before fixing his posture, standing up straight.

“..I could take your place.” You’d offer.

“There’s no need for that..” He responded dismissively.