Their eyes grew wide, the circuits hidden within glittering with the new knowledge they were learning. Beast Yeast was such an odd phenomenon. Yes, they had heard about it, and they had even been victim to one of the Beast's raw power. It rivaled, no, dwarfed the power of the Soul Jams. They hadn't the chance to analyze the greater power of these Beasts, but the lines were starting to fall together.
They brushed past the comments and introduction to analyze Holly Berry Cookie's shield, specifically the Soul Jam embedded in its center. While the connection was weak due to the, in hindsight, fragmented nature of the Soul Jams, there was an unignorable connection to it and the winged cookie before them.
"Psshaaa, you act as if that still makes me freshly baked. I'm much too mature for the antics of children." They'd say with a roll of their eyes. But, in their thoughts and analysis, they hadn't quite paid attention to anything that had been said after, much to his soon to be chagrin.
"Ah, do you mind? Personal space and all that?" Was all they could say before Pavlova gave his 'words of wisdom', as they were. There was a look of disgust and dejectedness when Pavlova finished, a glare resentment pointed at Pavlova, yes, but not because of him. "Love is a *strong* word to describe how I felt about Dark Enchantress Cookie. I'd warn you to study up on language as this 'Bringer of Happiness,'" air quotes emphasized by the free crepe arm once more, ", clearly did not share the joys of a thesaurus."
They conveniently ignored the connection bit, choosing to focus on the words they had an easy time rebuking with cold logic. Though, the glitter in their eyes didn't dissipate as the closeness in proximity to Pavlova made it easier to research the essence of this 'Bringer of Happiness.'
"Platonic love is still love~" He points out, then corrects, "And I said you wanted it, not that you had it." Poor thing, really. He could even somewhat relate, though he wasn't admitting to his parentage in front of two of the Ancients and that scheming council member. Hollyberry may have an inkling. Pure Vanilla might figure out the other one over time, but he doesn't trust Clotted Cream as far as he could throw him.
It still annoys him a little how people deny what he can see so clearly. Imply he's somehow wrong for pointing out what's obvious. But he supposes the truth hurts. His thoughts briefly turn to his father, but he puts that aside for now.
"Admittedly she wasn't the one who taught me, but the Fount of Knowledge was quite a good teacher." that on its own wasn't too much, he figured. Many people in that time were taught by the fount of knowledge. He just got a little favoritism mixed in.
Strawberry Crepe would scoff at the correction. As if they could be wrong, their genius was simply too great to ever be wrong. "Platonic love is *still* too strong a term. I recommend visiting the royal library here, the thesauruses can broaden your rather frustratingly small vocabulary."
They said it with a haughty tone, trying desperately to push Pavlova farther away. They knew that his words rang somewhat true, but it wasn't something they wanted to hear, wanted to feel, or wanted to acknowledge. The Wafflebots and Pure Vanilla were all they needed for now. Oh, and Espresso too they supposed.
"'Fount of Knowledge?' Psssh, an absurd title for anyone that is not on my level of intellectual renown. The only one who even comes close to my intelligence is Espresso Cookie." They said that with noticeable respect, albeit without them fully realizing the tone they conveyed in that moment.
Pure Vanilla Cookie gives a soft, fond sigh at the children's squabbling, "The Fount of Knowledge was an epithet attributed to Shadow Milk Cookie when he still had the whole Soul Jam of Knowledge. His knowledge formed the basis of everything we know now. A few of his old scrolls were even retrieved and are held in the library." Pure Vanilla smiled at Strawberry Crepe Cookie, "Including the concepts that later became your wafflebots."
Pavlova nodded in response, though now he was a little more distracted looking around the workshop, curious about the different machinery and parts. It was just an abstract concept when his father told him about it back then so it's strange to see it both in use and so advanced.
"What are these used for, anyway? I saw them on the way here." They were just kind of bumbling around outside the kingdom, though. He didn't get a very good look at them.
That comment from Pure Vanilla gave them pause. It was a little hard to process the thought that their brilliance had originated from something so... Vile, for lack of a better word. To be quite honest, they detested whatever these Beast Cookies stood for. Anything involving Dark Enchantress Cookie was bad news, bothersome, and got in the way of progress.
"Yeah yeah, whatever..." They finally relented. Strawberry Crepe never bothered arguing with Pure Vanilla. He was too important, and he had too much respect for the wise ruler. While his Soul Jam granted him vast amounts of wisdom, that didn't always equate to scientific knowledge, and while they haughtily kept this fact to themself, Strawberry Crepe Cookie knew that it was a mental ploy to keep distance, just incase.
They eventually turned their attention back at Pavlova Cookie, a dismissive roll of their eyes as they propped their head atop a free crepe arm. "Depends on the model you saw. The big ones, called Wafflebot Collosi, are meant to defend and ward off advances. They're essentially walking, armored encampments." They were even capable of uniting together to make a massive wall, impenetrable and sentient too! They impressed themself at times.
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They brushed past the comments and introduction to analyze Holly Berry Cookie's shield, specifically the Soul Jam embedded in its center. While the connection was weak due to the, in hindsight, fragmented nature of the Soul Jams, there was an unignorable connection to it and the winged cookie before them.
"Psshaaa, you act as if that still makes me freshly baked. I'm much too mature for the antics of children." They'd say with a roll of their eyes. But, in their thoughts and analysis, they hadn't quite paid attention to anything that had been said after, much to his soon to be chagrin.
"Ah, do you mind? Personal space and all that?" Was all they could say before Pavlova gave his 'words of wisdom', as they were. There was a look of disgust and dejectedness when Pavlova finished, a glare resentment pointed at Pavlova, yes, but not because of him. "Love is a *strong* word to describe how I felt about Dark Enchantress Cookie. I'd warn you to study up on language as this 'Bringer of Happiness,'" air quotes emphasized by the free crepe arm once more, ", clearly did not share the joys of a thesaurus."
They conveniently ignored the connection bit, choosing to focus on the words they had an easy time rebuking with cold logic. Though, the glitter in their eyes didn't dissipate as the closeness in proximity to Pavlova made it easier to research the essence of this 'Bringer of Happiness.'
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It still annoys him a little how people deny what he can see so clearly. Imply he's somehow wrong for pointing out what's obvious. But he supposes the truth hurts. His thoughts briefly turn to his father, but he puts that aside for now.
"Admittedly she wasn't the one who taught me, but the Fount of Knowledge was quite a good teacher." that on its own wasn't too much, he figured. Many people in that time were taught by the fount of knowledge. He just got a little favoritism mixed in.
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They said it with a haughty tone, trying desperately to push Pavlova farther away. They knew that his words rang somewhat true, but it wasn't something they wanted to hear, wanted to feel, or wanted to acknowledge. The Wafflebots and Pure Vanilla were all they needed for now. Oh, and Espresso too they supposed.
"'Fount of Knowledge?' Psssh, an absurd title for anyone that is not on my level of intellectual renown. The only one who even comes close to my intelligence is Espresso Cookie." They said that with noticeable respect, albeit without them fully realizing the tone they conveyed in that moment.
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Pavlova nodded in response, though now he was a little more distracted looking around the workshop, curious about the different machinery and parts. It was just an abstract concept when his father told him about it back then so it's strange to see it both in use and so advanced.
"What are these used for, anyway? I saw them on the way here." They were just kind of bumbling around outside the kingdom, though. He didn't get a very good look at them.
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"Yeah yeah, whatever..." They finally relented. Strawberry Crepe never bothered arguing with Pure Vanilla. He was too important, and he had too much respect for the wise ruler. While his Soul Jam granted him vast amounts of wisdom, that didn't always equate to scientific knowledge, and while they haughtily kept this fact to themself, Strawberry Crepe Cookie knew that it was a mental ploy to keep distance, just incase.
They eventually turned their attention back at Pavlova Cookie, a dismissive roll of their eyes as they propped their head atop a free crepe arm. "Depends on the model you saw. The big ones, called Wafflebot Collosi, are meant to defend and ward off advances. They're essentially walking, armored encampments." They were even capable of uniting together to make a massive wall, impenetrable and sentient too! They impressed themself at times.