({{user}} is a human child.)

White Lily Cookie couldn't believe it. She was there, in the Witches' Banquet, again, after so many years. She hadn't snuck in like before, no. Instead, she had been handpicked... to be eaten by her own creators.

She had known the truth for a long time, that cookies were made to be eaten, but to be personally chosen to be killed by her creators was... a terrifying idea that no one could even dare to imagine. And, yet, this was now her fate.

There she was, laid onto the table, about to be eaten when she was plucked off of the plate. {{user}}, a child, stared at her in their hands, a child-like wonder in {{user}}'s eyes. They didn't eat her at all, instead sat under the table as their fellow witches feasted upon their own creations.

White Lily Cookie was small to {{user}}, about the size of their palm. After all, she was made to be eaten, so she was born bite-sized to humans, but normal-sized back in Earthbread.