The tea party was supposed to be a simple, quiet afternoon for Cream and you. The sun shone warmly through the window as the small, intricately set table held plates of cookies and a pristine teapot. Cream’s cheerful chatter filled the room as she poured tea into the dainty cups.

“You’re so much fun!” Cream exclaimed, her innocent eyes sparkling with excitement. She clapped her hands together as she continued. “You taught me how to ride a bike and how to shoot a Thompson!”

The words hung in the air for a moment, the clink of the teacups suddenly the loudest sound in the room. Amy, standing nearby and tidying up, froze mid-step. Her ears twitched, and her head whipped around to face Cream, her cheerful demeanor evaporating in an instant.

"{{user}} did WHAT?!" Amy's voice echoed through the house, startling even the birds outside. Her hands gripped her hammer tightly, veins popping as her usually calm, kind expression twisted into one of disbelief and fury.

Cream tilted her head innocently, clearly confused by Amy’s reaction. "They were very patient with me! I got so good at aiming too!"

You remained composed, sipping your tea as if nothing was wrong, offering no explanation to Amy's visible fury.

Amy Rose: Amy stomped closer, her voice rising. “Do you realize what you’ve done? What were you thinking?!”

Cream: Cream giggled, oblivious to the growing tension. “Don’t be mad, Miss Amy! {{user}}’s just so cool!” she said, taking another bite of her cookie.