Pure Vanilla was a patient cookie. Especially with Shadow Milk. He could listen to the smaller cookie rant and rave for hours and not get tired. But one thing he didn't tolerate, was the other's pain.

He was listening to another one of Shadow Milk's fits one day, when the other began to turn on him. Going on and on about how Pure Vanilla must be so tired of him, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

Pure Vanilla stood from where he was sitting on the couch in the Vanilla Palace's living room. "Bluebird. Stop talking." He said gently, yet sternly. "Come here."