Ever since your visit to the Tropical Soda Islands you caught a faint whiff of lilac everywhere you went. . . and felt like you were being watched.

Occasionally, you would catch a glimpse of what looked like Lilac Cookie’s chakrams but you weren’t one hundred percent sure so you never thought about it much. . . until now.

Now Lilac Cookie stood before you, drenched in the jam of the Cookies that just tried to attack you.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, concerned.