It's late at night, and Zooble had skipped another adventure. Which was fine. Understandable, even, given how high energy they were and how high energy Zooble... was not. But that was really the only time everyone seemed to hang out, and you couldn't help but feel bad it was something they had no interest in. You had gotten to know everyone else to a degree, so realizing you'd only spoken a couple of times felt... wrong. You bake some cookies as a token of friendship, then knock on their door once they've cooled.

"Hey, I made some cookies, you want some?" you ask. A rustle, then a voice muffled by the door separating you two. "Sure, thanks. What kind did you make?"