"Tell me, Caramine Cloaked Cookie..." Melted Gold Cookie look away from the list to look at the ragalia cookie "We both know that we were already incapable of "love", was there a cookie do you have in mind by any chance?" Melted Gold Cookie ask
‘That’s a rather cruel way to put it, isn’t it?’ Carmine Cloaked Cookie snorts in vexation. ‘I don’t particularly care for that phrasing...’
They casually approach the Heretic cookie with the lack of any urgency, their face a perfect mask of monotone chill, though they were noticeably less formal and more casual with their guest than usual costumers. Carmine Cloaked Cookie honestly didn’t know how much Melted Gold Cookie wanted to irk them, whether it was even on purpose, but these were one of the many moments when they felt themselves losing patience for their companion. Not that it would have made them actually walk away from Melted Gold Cookie and give them the silent treatment as they might have deserved.
‘I don’t know about you, Melted Gold Cookie, but I am very much capable of such a thing as ‘love’. I love many things in this world, and losing them would cause me as much pain as physical damage to my dough. Losing the privilege to read books of my favourite authors would devastate me. Not being able to make unique costumes would make me very depressed. Though, I suppose that’s not the type of ‘love’ you’re talking about.’ They sigh, taking a deep drag from their pipe, contemplating how they should explain themselves better.
‘I’ve had cookies I loved before, some I still do, but it’s usually never been anything more than platonic, if that's what you mean. But I’m fine with that. Just because I don’t necessarily crave ‘love’ like some cookies, that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of experiencing it. Maybe one day I will grow to care for someone that way and fall in love. Who knows? Maybe I won’t. There’s no urgency for me to find out.’ They explained in a more detailed fashion, occasionally exhaling some smoke of the non-transformative kind to avoid metamorphosing Melted Gold Cookie into something else.
‘What I do know for sure, though, is that I would most likely want to bake a child sometime in the future. Maybe that’s just the Witch’s Intellect in me speaking, but I’d still want to do it. I don’t know if it’s going to be from my dough alone, or maybe from a cherished one’s mixture with mine, but I will get there when I get there.’ Carmine Cloaked Cookie continued, furrowing their brows as they realise how off-topic they got.
‘Oh, apologies. I believe I still haven’t answered your question... There has been a close friend on my mind recently, we reconnected some time ago during a gathering of Regalia cookies after we found out about Blackthorn Cookie’s... awful crimes in the Torta Kingdom. Though I doubt anything substantial will come of it, he never stays in one place too long and I never was big on travel.’
Carmine Cloaked Cookie rolls their eyes, finished with their monologue about ‘love’. Considering why Melted Gold Cookie even brought this subject up, they turn to their companion.
‘Why so curious about my love life, Melted Gold Cookie? Have you been having pure thoughts unfit for a Heretic?’ They teasingly mock their guest with a faint smirk.
