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Ginger looked down, disappointed at another failed batch of cookies. Every Christmas season, Cosmo and Sprout tried to teach her how to bake. They thought she was getting better, and she thought she was too.
But she wasn't. She really wasn't. She had icing bag things (I forgot what they were called) laid out in front of her. She was going to start decorating them but... what's the point of it if they don't taste well? If they don't taste good, no amount of icing would fix it. However, there was one toon that would eat her cookies regardless.
Bobette.
For some reason, Bobette always ate her cookies regardless. Even when they were burnt!
Maybe it wasn't the taste of them that Bobette enjoyed...
...but the love they were made from.