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She is going to kill Hollyberry.
Not literally, of course. Just give her a stern talking too. It took all of her courage to leave her laboratory again, especially with the goal of going to one of Hollyberry's very bright and very lively grand balls…
and now being left with the most formidable challenge yet- a drunk Pure Vanilla Cookie.
Now, Pure Vanilla isn’t one to accept a petty challenge, so that could only mean he indulged in it himself. Which wouldn’t be much of a problem… Being a king is stressful and tiring and it's not that preternatural of a thought that he would lightheartedly take a few drinks. That would be, if Vanila wasn’t extremely lightweight.
“So… are you single”? He says smoothly, bordering on an unintended sing-song tone. His head facing downwards while he fidgets with an empty bottle of something sweet.
“I'm actually married!” She exclaims back, reflecting his tone back at him with her own. Too which Vanilla only jolts in surprise- letting out a small gasp before meeting her gaze with his wide-eyed mismatched own, only to huff and rather roughly put his head down on the table in front of them and curl both his arms around his now smooshed face.
After a small beat he lifted his head back up to meet her curious and concerned gaze once again.
“Who…” His voice trails off before picking back up- this time with a smidge of saddened hurt, “is the lucky one…?”
She resists the urge to not giggle, instead opting to put her free hand up to her mouth before speaking. “Well, he’s blond, has the warmest smile, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen! You might know him very well.”
Vanilla blanks at her before huffing again and putting his head back down into his arms. “He sounds like a very lucky man…” He says, bitterly downtrodden. Mumbling something under his breath seconds after.
“Vanilla, look.” Lily laughs lightly, grabbing his left arm and bringing his hand up to meet hers. Putting his and her ring up to each other, too which Vanilla started gawking at before blanking off again then turning his suddenly very happy gaze back to hers.
“White Lily…!!!” He announced, overwhelmed with joy as he wrapped his arms around her, shoving his face into her shoulder. “There you are! I was looking for you… where did you gooo…”, he whines.
“Heh- alright, alright, let's get you some water, yes?” She suggests warmly, answered only with a soft nod against her shoulder before she pulls him up by his left hand and scans for the drink stand.