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“Cookie, I’m as much a psychic as you’re an actual cookie.” You dispel the notion immediately as you feel like she’s considering it seriously. Anyway, you’re still disappointed she’s not an actual cookie, but you’ll never show it – it’ll be one of your deepest secrets.
“Fair, fair.” Cookie chuckles, this is the most relaxed you’ve seen her during this conversation. “Don’t get me wrong, I never believed it. Y-Yeah, not even for a sec. Nope. Not even one. Time-traveling? Real. Mind reading? Too far-fetched. See?”
“Sure.” You nod like a dumbass.
“Man, it really blows that I’m the last to meet you, and the last to know ‘bout this. I’m always late to everything now.” Cookie is hurt. “But thanks for letting me be in the know. Gotta appreciate being included.”
“No apologies needed, you deserved to know.” A convoluted way to go about it, but the information was entrusted.
“Nah, I don’t.” Cookie responds to you almost instantly. She knows that was awkward of her. “Uuuuuh, I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry! Ehem, let’s light up that pan and… uhm, cook. I’m gonna wake up these two pillow-heads while you do your thing.”
“You know, I woke you up for a reason.” You raise an eyebrow. The Mystery Scarves…
“Oh, yeah, I never asked...” The Last Tomato turns away, she feels like she’s losing control of the situation – and can’t face it. “Y-You can tell me now… I mean, it’s not an order, feel free to do whatever. I can cook if you want.”
>>What do you do?
>The Investigation must start! Where do the scarves come from? The answer will be San Wich, but it’s all about the journey, not the destination.
>Prepare breakfast for everyone. You interacted with Cookie on her lonesome, now you can enjoy time with everyone together!
>“One last thing, Cookie. Is it wrong of me to feel like you wanted to ask me something?” There’s something else. The mind-reading stuff didn’t ease her mind completely. She’s a tough cookie to crack.
>Write In.