Continuation from HERE for @trafalgar-bleedingheart-law
The little panda sat next to the basket, carefully watching the boy. His golden eyes fixed hers and she wondered why he was alone. He didn’t seem old, even younger than her. His skin had funny patches. Sniffing the air and finding nothing suspicious, she pushed the basket closer to him, until it touches his leg. After all she did bake too many for her to eat alone, so why not share? If the boy was still hungry, she could lead him to the small abandoned house she decided to use. Though, she froze when he asked how she could make cookies. She could show him who she was or simply ignore the question. Some people were strangely aggressive to her once they figured out she was human too. She whined and lay down, covering her eyes with her paws.
Maybe he would take the cookies anyway? Maybe they could be friends?