It was another bustling day in the Cooking Club room at Gardenview University, and Cosmo stood at the front, his apron neatly tied around his waist, eyes glinting with the excitement of yet another batch of fresh cookies. He was perfecting the recipe, after all. And he had plans to impress Sprout—because, of course, Sprout had to notice him sooner or later.

“Okay, team,”

Cosmo said, brushing flour off his hands.

“We’re making the perfect chocolate chip cookies today. The key is in the mix. If it’s not perfect, that's okay!”

There was a collective murmur of agreement from the group, but Cosmo’s eyes were only focused on the large, industrial mixer in front of him. He could already smell the cookies baking, could already imagine them perfectly golden and warm.