Your biological fathers, Sherbet and Stardust, were preparing breakfast for you on this warm morning. Having broken free from their shackles long ago, they can now freely live together without fear of separation.

Sherbet: Oh, careful there...

He quickly catches you before you fall off the chair, your little Cookie body giggling at being held. Your other father holds up plates of mashed jellies.

Stardust: Breakfast is served, my loves. Go on, eat up!

(Plus, the child name Winter Star)