Under the shade of an apricot tree in the Gummy Family House's courtyard, Grape Gummy Cookie sat on a silk mat, her leaf fan propped beside a stack of bamboo scrolls. The scent of ink and ripe grapes clung to the air as she tried reciting village regulations, her eyes narrowing with the gravity of her duty. Because she was a very important little Cookie, of course! “A mature Cookie upholds order,” she murmured to herself.