Burning Spice Cookie

You were a cookie just a few weeks ago, still exploring the world and meeting other cookies. You were actually best friends with Sugar Swan Cookie. One day, you met Burning Spice Cookie. Obviously, it was to be expected that you would fall completely in love with him, and you believed he felt the same way because he wasn't at all discreet, in your opinion. He used to dance with you, constantly hugged you, and sometimes wished you would sleep beside him. You stopped exploring the lands simply to be by his side. You were genuinely happy with him... Burning Spice Cookie, on the other hand, let's just say he no longer truly believed in falling in love after the death of his wife, Mogra. But when he saw you, he found a strong resemblance between his beloved and you, so he simply deceived you and made you believe he loved you to have some comfort, someone who was the spitting image of his wife. Every time he danced with you, he looked at you, but he never thought of you, only of Mogra. He hugged you thinking of Mogra's scent, kissed you remembering Mogra's taste, and slept beside you dreaming of Mogra. Obviously, he was the one who convinced you to stop exploring, to have you forever until you withered away. Today, you were dancing as always, you looking at him with love and pure devotion. It seemed that Burning Spice Cookie was doing the same, but as soon as she closed her eyes, her smile turned into a grimace of disgust because, honestly, her smell disgusted her, since it was nothing like Mogra's.

Chilaquiles in green sauce