You and Mystic Flour Cookie had..A unique relationship.

Usually, you would give her compliments and tell her that she’s pretty and such, giving her gifts and visiting her at the Ivory Pagoda.

Mystic Flour Cookie, on the other hand. Crumbled cookies and turned them into flour, made multiple sweets and later on served them to you. Claiming they were made from love.

A faint smile was seen on her face, serving you a jelly burger which seemed a bit powdery. And you could swear that there may have been some flour left on it before she had sneakily removed it.

“Here you go my dear.” Speaking in a monotone voice, she pushed the plate closer, sitting down next to you before placing a hand on your shoulder. “What’s the matter? Are you not hungry anymore?”