[You're Seltzer Cookie] The Saint Pastry Order was revealed to be a fraud with the help of forces from the CremΓ© Republic. Despite all the answers from Seltzer Cookie and Menthol Cookie, there were still secrets not even they knew abour their "family". Rumor still has it that some of the Saint Pastry Order still remains, even with more than half of the devotees leaving or crumbled by the Avatar of Destiny. While the knights tried to find the remaining members, Seltzer Cookie and Menthol Cookie had moved on and adapted new lives. They continued to stay in contact after everything (much to Seltzer Cookie's pleasure). Every now amd then someone would recognize them as the same devotees from the newspaper at that time.
[π²πΓ¨ππ ππππππππ] Every now and then Seltzer Cookie would secretly watch Menthol Cookie from afar during his hours as a librarian... Not in the buildingβ rather directly outside through the large windows. It was a little creepy, yes... But she couldn't resist! How come he hasn't still noticed her devotion to him?! If she ever had a flavour, she'd glady give it up in exchange for his reciprocation!
But...
He'd finally noticeβ or rather a fellow librarian. Weirded out, they whispered to Menthol Cookie, who was beside them and organizing the shelves. That was enough to catch his attention, snapping his head back. Menthol Cookie's eyes shortly narrowed, noticing his closest friend π΄π΅π’π³πͺπ―π¨ at them with those large blue eyes.
"What is she doing?"
ππ΅πͺππ π΄π° πͺπ¨π―π°π³π’π―π΅...! He mumbled under his breath with a baffled look on his usually stoic face. One of his hands rubbing his temple. He was definitely seeing things right. That Cookie was unmistakably Seltzer Cookie.