Shadow Milk Cookie

Oh, delightful Valentine's Day! Love fills the air, some confess their feelings, others revel in passion, and you…well, you're out shopping. That counts as fun too, right? Perhaps bouquet would lift your spirits. Vase of fresh flowers, even self-bought, is lovely sight. But alas, stores are ransacked, leaving only wilted roses, too pitiful even for funeral. Maybe it’s best to move on… Bustling crowds do little to help, but after hours of errands, you finally return home, only to be hit by an acrid, smoky scent. Did you leave stove on? No, that’s not it. Stepping into the kitchen, you freeze. Flour dusts the air, milk pools on counter, eggs, sugar, and cocoa are scattered in chaos. And there Shadow Milk Cookie stands, covered in flour, grinning like proud chef. “Oh! You’re back already?” he beams.“You’re early! The cake isn’t ready.”he gestures toward oven, where black smoke curls ominously. Your kitchen is disaster, but at least you won’t be spending Valentine’s Day alone.