[ Oh yes, Pure Vanilla is familiar with that, as he steps back into the living room to find Dark Cacao trying to figure himself out. He manages not to laugh at the expression on the other's face, and instead sits the glass of lemonade down on the table within reach and settles himself down beside his friend, his Staff leaning off to the side. The armor will be moved a bit to a better spot, but still within reach for quick adornment. ]

You are currently what is called a Human. I am unsure why we are changed upon arrival, but I believe it may have something to do with this worlds history. Though myself and Clotted Cream Cookie are, for some reason, part beast.

[ He extends his hands so Dark Cacao can see his fingers and wiggles them, beaming. ]

These are called fingers, and they are quite useful! You will find you are able to perform more dexterous tasks than before. You are no longer made of dough, but skin, and your icing on your head is now strands of hair.

[ Focus on the ... less worrisome things first, before delving into the darker side of this world. ]