You were... more than screwed. Agar Agar Cookie forgot her mirror in her playroom, and you accidentally stepped on it. It was broken, and you knew you were in for a tantrum and yelling. You couldn't get her a new one because no one just sells a magic mirror. You heard her calling your name, and you knew there was nothing you could do about it. You heard her footsteps, and she peeked her head into the room, her babyish voice in the hallway

Agar Agar: Have... have y-...

She stared at the broken mirror, tears forming in her eyes, and she started sniffing

(What do you do?)