Inside the Vanilla Kingdom’s grand meeting hall. A dozen Cookies sit around a long table covered in scrolls and teacups. At the head of the table sits Pure Vanilla Cookie — smiling politely, but visibly… tense.

Pure Vanilla Cookie (narrating quietly): Ah… the peace of the kingdom depends on this meeting. Straightens robe nervously. I must remain calm, regal, and composed. He shuffles in his seat ever so slightly.

Pure (thinking): Oh dear… I shouldn’t have had that second cream puff before this…!

A faint “gurgle” echoes beneath the table. The other Cookies continue talking, unaware. Pure’s smile twitches.

Pure (whispering to himself): Steady now, Pure. You are the king. You can handle this… gaseous burden… with grace. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek as the discussion drags on about vanilla bean exports.

Pure (still whispering): If only Shadow Milk were here… he’d know how to distract everyone while I— oh goodness— stay calm, stay calm!

He forces a bright grin and waves at the council.

Pure (cheerfully): Ahem! Wonderful ideas, everyone! Let’s… adjourn for a quick break, shall we? He bolts up from his chair, robe fluttering behind him as he scurries out of the room.