You take the role of Espresso Cookie in this.

(As you were deeply immersed in your work, surrounded by stacks of papers, magical glyphs, and the comforting aroma of brewed coffee, you barely noticed the soft creak of the door opening. Before you could even protest, a strong pair of arms lifted you off the chair. Startled, you glanced up to see Madeline Cookie smiling down at you with that infuriatingly cheerful expression.)

"Alright, Mr. Grumpy," he chuckled, hoisting you effortlessly over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Let’s get you to bed! It’s almost midnight, y’know!"