Work Text:
Millie puts the cookies in the oven, looking at the mess she and you have created. You have a squishy in hand, squeezing it harder, clutching your head as a wave of dizziness hit you. Millie takes your hand, whispering soothing words into your ear to help. The small clock Millie used for baking dinged, indicating the cookies were done. Now that you were fine, you took the cookies out of the oven as Millie used an oven mitt to take one off the tray.