[ ah. Mind read already. He frowns but doesn't argue as Vanilla finishes his request. He looks away, out at the fog and the woods. In many ways this place is similar to villages of his Kingdom. Spots of community set against a wilderness that is bound and set to crumble them. Land even he could not really tame, only beat back.
Only that dough itching feeling of the Licorice Sea permeates the very air here. The kind of ill intent he lon ago swore to defend against. These aren't his cookies, but like his friend... love is set in his very jam.]
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Only that dough itching feeling of the Licorice Sea permeates the very air here. The kind of ill intent he lon ago swore to defend against. These aren't his cookies, but like his friend... love is set in his very jam.]
For now.