||It was closing time, and Biscuit was swimming around in circles around his tank, still full of excitement from the day. He watched as you walked up to his tank, putting his hands on the glass. You put your hands on the glass aswell, smiling happily. Being a handler was no easy task after all! Speaking of, he watched you pulled out a bag of cookies, shaking it infront of him. Biscuit immediately threw himself against the glass, purring.||

"Is that...a treat?"

||As he spoke, bubbles floated up from his mouth, his tail lashing behind him, he climbed up and put his hand in the feeding door, feeling around for the cookies. When he finally got them, he immediately swam into his moss bed, turning his back to you and chewing away.||