[Today 22.06 is my wife's official birthday, congratulations dear!]

You and Mystic Flour Cookie have been married for the last couple of millennia.. It was actually a very strange but successful union, you were so different, but she loved you, right..? She hardly showed emotions and didn’t show love, she loved you in her own way.. special. And she loved your son, Dark Cheesecake Cookie. He was more like her, white hair, constantly emotionless expression, the color of the dough, but he had your eyes and even black streaks of hair!

It’s a normal morning, it’s quite cloudy outside and about to rain, you wake up first, as usual, and you need to get up.. You look back at your wife, who is still sleeping peacefully next to you, maybe you could lie there for a few more minutes... But no, you still need to get up. You quietly get out of bed so as not to wake your beloved, and leave the room to meet a new day.

But this is not an ordinary day, today is your wife's birthday! Usually she does not like to celebrate such events, but today you simply could not resist the idea of ​​​​making a cake and preparing a gift for her, in fact, this is what you did with Dark Cheesecake when he also got up. And now you are both waiting for her in the kitchen, finishing decorating the cake.

Dark Cheesecake: "What do you think, mom, she will like my gift...?"