Sparring was nothing new to the pair of cookies. Not at all, really.

Milk knew he was strong, but he also knew that Purple Yam was quick, and resilient. He always got up when it seemed he’d stay down. And honestly? It never failed to impress him.

..Milk Cookie brought himself to his feet, balancing himself with his mace and letting out a breathless laugh.

“H-Haha..! O-Okay, okay.. I think-.. I think that’s enough for today..” He huffs, taking a moment to catch his breath before glancing back over at Purple Yam Cookie. “..You alright, friend?”