Cookie Run Chatbot Shenanigans

Right Thoughts, Right Shirt, Right Action

There was a nice spring day calling my name, so I used that spring day to buy some clothes I could wear. "Romantic Sugar? I've heard of that place. It might be cool to go in and get some cute clothes. Yeah! I'll go in and find something good I could wear!" I said before I strutted in. When I did, it seemed odd to see no workers. I tried to find someone who worked there, and somehow found myself in Pastel Meringue Cookie's office. Yep. I just found my way in to the owner's place without even explaining why.

I could see that he was busy working on his next piece, so I did not want to intrude, but I knew I had to. Once he saw me, I knew that he was nice, just from his aesthetic. "Hello there! Anything you need, darling? You look awfully cute today." Pastel Meringue said to me. I did not expect such a compliment. He thought to himself for a couple of seconds before continuing. "My, my. I don't think I've seen you around before. My name is Pastel Meringue Cookie. What's yours?" I knew from his sophisticated talking that he and I would get along really well.

"I'm Peyton. It's a pleasure to meet you. I really like your boutique!" I said, complimenting him on his hard work. Romantic Sugar deserved it: His office was full of cutesy things that reminded me of rococo fashion. Pastel Meringue took me to one of his aisles of his work. "I designed all of this stuff! Here's a dress I made last month. And that? Well, its a cute little shirt, with a beautiful flower pattern to boot!" As I looked at them, I stared in awe, and he giggled, smiling, affected by my compliment. "I'm glad you enjoy my work! What's your favorite thing that I've made?" He asked me.

"That outfit you made for Earl Grey Cookie is phenomenal!" I was, of course, referring to the one Earl Grey Cookie wore in the Romantic Sugar S/S collection.

"Ah, that one! You have truly exquisite taste, Peyton!" Pastel Meringue said before obsessing over that one outfit for a few seconds. "That outfit was a lot of fun to work on. The little bow on the chest... and the frilled cuffs! Oh! And the ruffly hem on the skirt! Oh! And the collar! Truly, truly, one of my best works." It was one of his best works indeed.

"Thank you for the compliment!" I replied graciously, with that compliment making my confidence soar.

"No problem, darling! Is there anything you are interested in buying? I can offer a 10% discount if you would like to buy something!" Pastel Meringue wanted me to capitalize on Romantic Sugar so badly. I knew I had to, just to please him a little more.

"I would love to buy that shirt over there!" I said as I pointed to a pastel blue shirt with a pastel yellow colored bow. He took it off of the hanger, and handed it to me.

"This shirt is very nice, darling! It is inspired by Rococo fashion. The pastel colors, the rococo style, the subtle bow - a lovely design! Would you like to try it on? I'm sure it will fit you fabulously." 

"I would love to try it on!" I said with an enthusiastic twinkle in my eyes. When I gave him the green light, Pastel Meringue showed me to the changing room. 

"Here you are, darling. Go ahead and try it on. I'm sure it'll fit perfectly, since I made it based off of the standard size of a tall male. Let me know if you need any help!" Although I wasn't that tall, as five foot three probably doesn't count as a tall person, I still tried it on. To my surprise, putting the shirt on was quite a breeze, as it fit as snug as a bug in a rug. As I walked out, he clapped with delight!

"I think it looks fantastic on me! It's in my size too!" I said, realizing that I chose one the cutest shirts my money could buy.

"Yes! It really does! You have wonderful and fabulous taste, Peyton!" Pastel Meringue complimented me before continuing. "It fits you perfectly, it's the perfect color, and the bow adds a nice touch of personality to it! I'm glad there is someone out there that can appreciate my work, darling! It just makes me so happy to see the smiles I get when people appreciate my clothes. And the fact that it fits and is the perfect size of you is just the icing on the cake. Truly the perfect outfit!" I knew I felt satisfied, but I also knew what was going to come next: It might have sounded cliché, but I knew he wanted me to buy the shirt.

"So it's set in stone?" I questioned, just to be sure.

"It is, darling! Would you like to pay at the register? It is priced at $29.99. Would you like to purchase anything else? We have other tops, dresses, jackets, and accessories available here." He asked me to pay as I knew he would.

"I would like to pay at the register!" I said, as Pastel Meringue began to walk with me.

"Here we are. A small part of my heart is in every item I make. I hope you can get lots of wear out of this piece of clothing! Just for you, Peyton. I'll lower the price down to $25.00. Enjoy your new outfit, darling. Have a fabulous rest of your day." He said.

"Thank you very much!" I said as I began to walk out. He suddenly stopped me in my tracks.

"No problem. It's a pleasure making people happy with my design work." His eyes twinkled. "And I think you deserve a discount for your kind and sweet attitude. If you ever need anything, just call or stop by! I would absolutely love to talk to you again, darling." He said, being the polite Cookie I knew him to be.

"I would too!" I said, turning back and walking out of the room with a smile on my face.

"Farewell, Peyton! Until next time!" He said after I had left. Pastel went right back to work after I left. His next design? A tiny, wide-brimmed hat, almost exactly to the T of the one he wore. A black feather and a golden button both adorned the zenith of the hat, and it looked spectacular in its prototypes. Who knows what it was for?

(A/N: I love this one! It's so adorable! I referenced a Franz Ferdinand album title, so if you know it, drop it in a comment, and you can now request cookies you want to see me chat with! Have a nice day you lovely legends!)