Clover and Herb Cookie haven’t been getting much love as of lately, it would mean the world to see them in a fluffy and cute scenario ! Thanks in advance <3
Golden light laid gently upon green leaves and colourful petals, ambience of birds singing their morning songs piercing through the sounds of trickling water. Herb Cookie set the watering can down with a yawn, turning towards a tall, dark plant in the corner. This plant definitely threw off the bright, cheer-y vibe of the rest of the shop. Its petals were a deep mahogany colour and its stem was thick and dark, a face within the pistil and illusions of teeth. Despite its disturbing appearance, it was one of Herb Cookie’s favourite plants though he would never admit he has favourites. Well, maybe except for one…
He approached the flower with a soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips, resting a gentle yet calloused hand on the stem and… Pet it? The flower turned to him, a deep rumble coming from it.
“Yes, yes… I suppose we should think about breakfast shouldn’t we?” He spoke softly to the flower as if it were a dog. “You’ve gotten so patient, Cookiesnap.”
“Sometimes I believe you like Cookiesnap more than me.” A voice came from the doorway.
Herb’s head snapped to look over at the source, finding a tired Clover Cookie, still in his pyjamas holding a mug of tea. Clover walked towards Herb, taking a sip out of the cup before handing it to him.
“Ah… You know that isn’t true,” He smiled down at Clover, taking the cup and taking a sip from it. “Is this the lavender tea we grew?”
Clover nods with a yawn, giving Cookiesnap a gentle pet of his own. “It’s good, isn’t it? I made a good call buying that plant.” He chuckled softly as he leaned up to press a peck to Herb’s cheek. “I have a rat dethawing for Cookiesnap in the back.” He said as he took the mug back for another sip.
Herb returned the peck with one of his own on Clover’s forehead. “Thank you,” He hummed in content before wrapping his arm around the smaller man. “How has writing your book been going?” He asked as he pulled Clover over to a small bench on the side of the room. “It’s going,” He sighed in content. “Slowly but surely. I’ve decided to take a break on the writing part to work on the art,” He explained as he leaned into the other. “It’s therapeutic.”
Herb nodded as he took another sip from the tea, the cup about one-quarter less full than it was to begin with. They sat in silence now, listening to the birds singing and chirping and whatever breeze found its way to their building, pushing the leaves out outside trees together to brush against one another like thin, silent chimes. The occasional sound of the building settling, the sound of cars driving past. This is the most peaceful life has ever been for the two of them in a long time. They’ve only been married a year by now and they already own a flower shop together, Clover is writing and making art for his first children’s book, and on top of that they have a stable income.
As with every morning, they spent it basking in each other's presence, tending to their plants and Cookiesnap together, the occasional people that come in. Their normal days tend to escape them through the gaps in their fingers now, as would sand in your palms. Not that they’re complaining though, time flies fast when you’re having fun, and sometimes some things slip your mind.
The mug sits on a table beside the bench from earlier, the liquid inside now cold and separated, half full.
can you do one with almond and latte? just them having a good time together out in the town :)
“Oooh! Almond, look at this one!” The teacher exclaimed in awe at a dress displayed in the window, nail tapped against the glass as she pointed. Today was a rare day; a day where both the detective and the professor had a day off! Latte was particularly excited about this, but honestly Almond would rather be sleeping in a recliner right now rather than being Latte’s personal bag rack for her shopping endeavours. But he can’t lie, being with Latte is always pretty fun even if he thinks what they’re doing is pretty silly.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s… Nice.” He sighed, taking a sip of the espresso Latte had bought for him as compensation. “You think it’d look nice on me?” She asked, glancing back at him.
“Eh.” He shrugs. “I don’t take periwinkle to be your colour.” He said as he took another sip nonchalantly. This warrants a gasp from Latte and for her to turn to face him, laying her hands on her hips and furrowing her brow at the man. “I could DEFINITELY pull off periwinkle!”
“You willing to spend $500 just to prove me wrong?” Latte pauses, her body turned to look at the price tag, before she promptly crossed her arms over her chest and let out a ‘hmph!’ “‘S what I thought." He said, a triumphant little smirk on his face. "I’m hungry, you wanna get lunch yet?” Latte thought for a moment before she nodded, picking up the bags she’d laid on the ground in front of the window and then reaching over to grab Almond’s hand so she could drag him to the nearest coffee shop.
After ordering and sitting down, Almond let out a sort-of exasperated sigh as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his ankles under the table as he unwrapped the muffin he’d bought for himself and taking a bite. Latte settled down across from him, but sitting on the edge of her seat and leaning in; a complete opposite of how Almond was sat.
She pushed a bag towards him then opened her own snack she’d bought for herself. “Walnut still likes chocolate croissants, right?” Almond looked at the bag she pushed to him, peeked inside and found just that; a chocolate filled croissant. He looked to Latte, cocking a brow. “You remembered?” “Of course I remembered! You underestimate Aunt Latte! Auntte, if you wi-” “Don’t call yourself that. But yeah, she does. Thanks, she’ll like it.” He said as he tossed the croissant into a bag full of stuff both him and Latte had bought for Walnut – but most of it was from Latte. She had a tendency to spoil all of her friends' children when she wasn’t spoiling said friends – which she was at that moment. A good half of those bags were for Almond, just random things he’d happened to comment on or pick up and new clothes, comfortable and formal for the few parties he gets dragged to by Latte.
“Have you ever had one?” Latte asked, head tilted as she waited for his answer. “Uh… No? I don’t care for sweeter stuff–” “Do you want a bite of mine?” The speed of her question had him stutter, but before he could say ‘I’m okay’ she was leaning over the table. “C’mon, you’ll like it! What cop doesn’t like anything sweet once in a while?” She grinned down at the detective, in return getting a sigh. “You know what– Alright. Fine, let me have a bite.” He grumbled.
Latte moved her croissant to Almond’s lips and her free hand under his chin to catch any crumbs. Of course, this warranted stares from other people in the diner but neither of them seemed to notice, nor exactly care. Latte sat back in her seat after he took his bite, waiting for his answer.
“How was it?”
“...Good, surprisingly.”
“...You want one?”
Almond stared for a moment before he chuckled softly at her eagerness to spend money on him. He smiled, leaning back in his chair again with a small smile at the woman across from him.
