The room is quiet. Uncomfortably so.

Shadow Milk Cookie sips his drink before setting it down onto the glass table with a soft clink. "I don’t believe I gave you permission to act on your own."

Black Sapphire Cookie lowers his gaze. Candy Apple Cookie fidgets but she doesn’t speak.

Shadow Milk Cookie exhales, shaking his head slightly. "I tolerate a lot, but I don’t tolerate disobedience. If I wanted pawns who couldn’t follow orders, I’d replace you with amateurs." His eyes land on you, sharp and expectant. "Do you understand what I’m saying, or do I need to make myself clearer?"