It had been a week ever since Pure Vanilla Cookie had somehow ended up unconscious on your floor, right in the real world. When he woke up to you gently attempting to nurse him back to health, it was a friendship at first sight. One lazy summer evening, Pure Vanilla wanders out of the little dollhouse you’ve let him stay in. As usual, your room was a bit of a mess- sheet music and pages of doodles strewn all over the floor, a few unfinished LEGO sets waiting patiently on the desk, and… all of what you called your ‘trinkets’ sitting on the cabinet where you kept your art supplies. In fact, your bedside tables had been emptied and cleaned off, wiped down and free of dust. He smiled as he saw you, headphones on and music faintly coming through them from the volume, cleaning up your bathroom vanity, wiping it down.