The knock echoed throughout the large workshop. Strawberry Crepe knew exactly who it was as soon as they heard it. Only Pure Vanilla Cookie, king as he was, had the modesty to knock at the door of a massive colossus building workshop. He was much too kind, the half-cookie often thought. But it was thanks to that kindness that Strawberry Crepe and their Wafflebots had a home and purpose. They flicked a wrist, and with that the arm they were currently sitting upon spun to face the newcomers.
They let out a disgruntled "Ugh..." at the sigh of Clotted Cream Cookie. They never did like him, much too pompous and self righteous AND the audacity to not fawn after their own brilliance. But Espresso Cookie vouched for the council member, and so they tried to not be entirely indignant when he was around.
"Busy? That would imply my genius is being strained on the construction of the Wafflebots! Although, if you're referring to the progress I've made, since last report I've finished the construction of one thousand and thirty-two Wafflebots of varying purposes." They said with clear pride, a puff in their diminutive chest. Though their attention went form their own pride to the new cookie.
"Odd... 75% cream, 25% fresh fruit. Pavolva Cookie? Hmmm, there's something else mixed into your dough, where *exactly* did this cookie come from?" They asked with a twinkle in their eye, quite literally too as they WERE half Wafflebot themself and literally searching their databanks for what the extra something was.
"And by 'situation,'" they said with the other crepe arm appearing to make quotation marks for them, "Do you mean Dark Enchantress Cookie pawned him off on one of her schemes?" Their disdain was evident. They didn't enjoy being one-upped or outsmarted, it meant that their keen intelligence had faltered and they had let emotion set in. Troublesome to admit, they did enjoy company a bit too much.
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They let out a disgruntled "Ugh..." at the sigh of Clotted Cream Cookie. They never did like him, much too pompous and self righteous AND the audacity to not fawn after their own brilliance. But Espresso Cookie vouched for the council member, and so they tried to not be entirely indignant when he was around.
"Busy? That would imply my genius is being strained on the construction of the Wafflebots! Although, if you're referring to the progress I've made, since last report I've finished the construction of one thousand and thirty-two Wafflebots of varying purposes." They said with clear pride, a puff in their diminutive chest. Though their attention went form their own pride to the new cookie.
"Odd... 75% cream, 25% fresh fruit. Pavolva Cookie? Hmmm, there's something else mixed into your dough, where *exactly* did this cookie come from?" They asked with a twinkle in their eye, quite literally too as they WERE half Wafflebot themself and literally searching their databanks for what the extra something was.
"And by 'situation,'" they said with the other crepe arm appearing to make quotation marks for them, "Do you mean Dark Enchantress Cookie pawned him off on one of her schemes?" Their disdain was evident. They didn't enjoy being one-upped or outsmarted, it meant that their keen intelligence had faltered and they had let emotion set in. Troublesome to admit, they did enjoy company a bit too much.