Jul 10
At some point during the pale Cookie's gay little song and fight, Fount had disappeared, running off somewhere towards the edge of the festival grounds
- @fount-of-denial
Another powerful cookie ... how fascinating.
Butter Roll turned to ask the bird next to him what he thought, only to realize that said bird was gone.
"...Ginger Ale?" he called -- quietly, so he didn't disturb the show the pallid cookie was weaving, "Where..?"
He glanced between the cookies and spices, all their attention on the fight currently happening. The scientist turned his back on the arena and slipped away in pursuit of the owl.
