It had been a long day.

Since Silent Salt Cookie had returned, he had made it clear he was not happy with the state of his stronghold. He had been cleaning all day and getting mad at you when you refused to help clean up.

You were the last cookie in his village, refusing to let death take you. You were immortal. A gift bestoyed upon by Silent Salt Cookie because of your helpfulness as his counselor or advisor.

So now, he was cleaning up the messes you'd been living in for years now while you ate berries at the table. You awkwardly watch as he scrubs up the floor.. You said it was fine, but he clearly wasn't happy with that answer.

Awkward silence hung like fog.