The Adventures of Milk Cookie and Purple Yam!(Cookie Run)

Their Chit-Chat

Beet Cookie was cooking a cake hound over the fire, watching as the spongy dough of the cake steams up.

Purple Yam was just relaxing against the log, looking up at the starry sky. He was still iffy about Beet Cookie, so the cookie wanted to stay awake for the time being.

"So, Purple Yam, what brings you and your friend into my territory?" Beet asked as she poked the hound corpse with a stick, even slightly lifting it just to check for crispiness.

After hearing the question, Yam let out an irritated groan. The number of times Milk and he have heard of similar questions was hard to keep track of, at this point, it was just irritating to answer. Don't know how Milk Cookie can still keep a smile every time he had to answer these questions.

"We were JUST coming through to continue OUR journey," Purple Yam explained.

Hmph, Beet Cookie looked over at the irritated warrior, narrowing her eyes a little. She wanted to pry into him, but judging from how irritated Yam is from just a simple question, maybe prying isn't needed. "I see."

She looked back at the cake hound, seeing how well cooked it is now. Picking up a big leaf and using a stick, she cut the hound's corpse into fourths before pushing it onto the leaf.

"Do you want something to eat? Cut it up into fourths, two of them for you," Beet Cookie asked, looking over at Yam again.

Since he already ate, Purple Yam just gestured the offer away, letting out a small grunt. "I already ate earlier, I don't need anymore."

Beet shrugged before splitting a small piece from the corpse, eating it. "That's fair enough," she said.

There was a moment of silence, during the silence, Purple Yam lightly squirmed around in his seat. There was something on his mind that Yam wanted to talk out, but at the same time, it seems like a stupid idea. He hardly knows this cookie, plus who talks about their problems anyways?

"Hey, do need to go to the bushes, or?" Beet Cookie asked, now looking at Yam.

When the cloaked cookie spoke, Purple Yam snapped back into reality and looked back at Beet. "Oh, um. No, but I do have a question."

"And that question is?"

"Well, I remember my buddy over there pointing out that there was a cookie stalking us. I didn't see the cookie, but he did."

Purple Yam leaned a bit forward to Beet Cookie, slightly narrowing his eyes and frowning. "Was that you? You did come out of nowhere after all..."

Beet Cookie blinked, looking extremely puzzled. Already, Purple Yam knew what the answer is going to be.

"...I never saw any of you earlier. I was busy hunting during that time."

She looked back at Milk Cookie, taking another bite of her food. "But judging from how knocked out that cookie is, maybe his brain was tricking him or something along that line."

Taking another bite, Beet Cookie broke about the batter of the hound, putting the smaller bit in her mouth. "Although let me guess, hard day?"

Purple Yam nodded before leaning back against the log, letting out a huge sigh."We arrived in a village, and LET ME TELL YA, the LOCALS were a pain in the ASS! They KEPT dragging us around and making US do things for THEM; but, they DID that to Milk Cookie the MOST!"

He crossed his arms, letting out a small grunt as he slightly turned his head to the side. "NOW he has been EXHAUSTED throughout the time we've been THERE, and AFTER we LEFT!"

The constant yelling from the angry cookie made Beet Cookie seem a bit apathetic about it. "Yeah... I can see why they used Milk Cookie more..." Beet murmured as a bit of sweat formed on the side of her face.