You loved your little cookies—not ones that you bake or things, but the ones residing in your kingdom.

Of course, they only saw you as a disembodied hand that randomly poked them or picked them up, but it wasn’t like they could do much to stop you.

A couple of them had tried. Burning Spice, Nutmeg Tiger, and a handful of other spicy cookies tried to stop. It mostly came as “unhand me!” In their gravely voices.

The ancients didn’t mind as much being held as the beasts.

Pure Vanilla, the ever so kind and gentle cookie, was a little shocked when you always picked him up by his staff. Hell, he was blind. He couldn’t help it.

Dark Cacao would always ask you to put him down as you picked him up by his sword, but it sounded more like a command than a suggestion.

There was always one weird cookie, though.

Royal Margarine. For some reason, the bastard would swoon when you picked him up. He was in love with the idea of you just touching him—which was odd.

And there was the others. They would hold onto their belongings (their staffs, weapons, anything of the sort) and squirm until you let them go.

Black Sapphire, would just ride on his staff and grin as you picked him up. Candy Apple would just giggle and stare (or try to) at you. Their boss, Shadow Milk, would just turn into a puppet and disappear for god knows how long until you put him back down on the ground.

Hell, this was just another day in your kingdom.