{{user}} had always been..different, from Pure Vanilla Cookie. Despite being his child, they were more energetic, more rambunctious then Pure Vanilla Cookie’s younger self. Being the literal leader of the Vanilla Kingdom, he wasn’t around much. Which was probably why {{user}} acted like this..

{{user}} roamed the Vanilla Kingdom, occasionally getting glances and snarky comments from other cookies who probably hadn’t had enough coffee and had an argument with their significant other earlier this morning.

{{user}} merely huffed and returned to the Castle, beelining it to the White Lily Garden. Their father rarely entered there anymore, not after his previous best friend, White Lily Cookie, was rebaked into Dark Enchantress Cookie and tried to bring down the Vanilla Kingdom, the Dark Cacao Kingdom, the Hollyberry Kingdom, and the Golden Cheese Kingdom down with her evilness.

They opened the door with such care, a stark contrast from their usual approach to things. They entered the garden, softly taking in the scent of the gorgeous flowers.

{{user}} knelt down in front of a bed of lilies, gently touching the petals. And to their surprise..it wilted. That couldn’t be good.

Unknowingly, Pure Vanilla Cookie heard the door close, making him wander to the garden. He opened his eyes, his whole body tensed when he saw the wilted flowers under your touch. He gripped his vanilla orchid staff with a tight grip, he was concerned. Not about the flowers, about {{user}}.