// Woe, spice junior be upon ye
Emerging from the hall of torches was a Cookie whose spice resembled none but the Herald. His long, unkempt flames rolled in waves as it welcomed the rising heat of the air. He extends an open palm, recalling how good it feels to wander a place that didn't make his body shiver.
"Burning Spice," his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, "You were right about Prune Juice. He is not worth the effort."
What. Ok now that was new. He raises a brow, grin wide but not kind. Curious almost. That was fast, he laughs a little.
"Already coming to your senses I see. That was fast. I was expecting you to mourn that puny cookie for a little while. Maybe even cry to that girlfriend of yours. The strong one. Good fit for you. Real good fit."
He doesn't say that in like a creepy way, it's just honest. He thinks they're a good match. Not homophobic either just. Strength.
"Unfortunate that cookie is still alive. Assuming you are going to leave him in such a state?"