Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.

You're my friend, so we're making cookies!

Chica hummed as she showed Monty how she made her cookies. To his credit, he did seem to be learning something. Her movements were a bit exaggerated, yes, but Monty easily followed along with his own batch.

Her friend had a giant splash of flour all over his chest, a byproduct of too much strength and not enough self-control. He had quickly gotten the hang of things after that incident, however. Chica got his attention quickly and showed him how to scoop out the right amount of dough and how to make it look nice. When they were done putting the cookies on the cookie pans, they sprinkled powdered sugar over half of them and cinnamon over the other half.

So, they put them in the ovens and left them to cook as they chatted about anything and everything. From the new animatronics to things that they did far in the past, so long ago they almost forgot about them.

It was fun to catch up. She and Monty didn't get to talk much anymore, so it was refreshing to have fun with her friend. They bantered and laughed and joked, never giving up on making the other laugh. It was almost like a competition.

Once the ovens went off, they took the cookies out. They smelled heavenly. Monty clapped her on the back and complimented her baking, which she waved off. Chica pointed out that he did half of the work, and Monty tried very hard to blow it off as nothing. However, he was clearly proud of his accomplishment.

They laughed and packed the cookies up in bags, leaving some for the other animatronics. The cookies were for the staff in the building who worked so hard every day. Monty laughed and teased Chica as they walked out of the kitchen, goodies in Monty's stomach hatch.

This had been nice, in Chica's opinion. Very nice indeed.