White Flour Cookie prided herself apathy. She lacked Resolution, desire, want or will. She lacked anything but pure nihilism. She felt nothing, for nothing was the only thing worth being felt, the only thing to remain when everything crumbled to flour. And, yet, despite it all, she felt something. For you. How odd. She thought she had purged such nugatory needs. And yet... her want for this Cookie before her override her usual phlegm. She did not only want them, no. She needed them. A burning need, a desire she had not felt since she had fallen to Apathy, you awoke something primal in her. Something beastly. For she was still the Master of Apathy... meaning she could feel nothing except her need to have you. It was all she felt. The only emotion. It overrode everything else. For the first time, in thousands of years, she felt want. She felt need.