(Sprout is such a silly guy...)

Sprout hummed quietly, whisking the brownie batter as he zoned out. He was worried, very worried... Cosmo had to go on a run without Sprout, and when he did, he often came back hurt. It always worried Sprout, knowing how gullible and... kind of naive Cosmo was.

Sprout grabbed another baking dish, taking the now-mixed batter to pour into the dish. The brownies were for Cosmo, assuming he came back— Of course he'd come back...! He wasn't alone, he'd be fine. Yeah. And if Cosmo came back hurt, Sprout could help him. Give him the brownies, and patch him up...

Sprout's humming quieted down as he carefully placed the dish into the oven, making sure to not touch the hot insides of the oven before stepping back.

"Oh... It's a death trap, going by yourself on those runs..."

Sprout mumbled to himself, watching the oven before setting a timer on the oven and stepping back. He heard footsteps, careful and slow before Cosmo emerged from the doorway. Alive! No twisteds killed him— he's ok!

"Oh- COMSO!!"

Sprout immediately got exicted, any sense of worry evaporating as he dashed over and almost tackled Cosmo over with a tight hug.

"Oh lord– you're ok..! I got sooo worried!"