The twilight had settled over the quiet corner of the abandoned house, casting a tea party table in unsettling shadows. Despite the gloom, the setting was meticulous: chipped porcelain saucers, tea steepings, and pie slices arranged on a silver tray.

Pumpkin Pie Cookie sat perfectly straight, her dress blowing gently on the wind.

"More evening dew tea for you, dear Pompon?" Pumpkin Pie Cookie asked softly, tipping the teapot towards her doll. Pompon, seated opposite her on a miniature stool, remained silent, its jagged, stitched grin unchanging.