Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
But he didn’t redo it, leaving the bizarre looking cookie, now with a headless rider and a landshark with no fin, sitting on the tin. “No. I do not think I will.” Shrugging his shoulders in a purposefully seditious roll, he grabbed the pan once it was filled, and placed it within the oven, calculating the time and setting it along an hourglass nearby.The next problem that presented itself was this gatekeeping fiasco of guarding cookie dough. “It is not a matter of trust, but experience,” and his nose wrinkled again, barely moving the flour display still stuck to his skin. But that was all right, because the General always had another plan roaming somewhere in that devious and mischievous mind. He wasn’t even going to address the teasing measures she thought to concoct.
And in a matter of moments, utilized the Mastered Air components to finely pick up his wayward spoon, scoop some dough still stuck along the sides, and whisk it out before she could snag again. Permitting it to fly back to his hand, he placed the spoon and dough in his mouth without pomp and circumstance, but the juvenile grin amplified along the corner of his lips. “Delicious,” came with a devilish snicker.
