"Nicholas, can you please get me another jar of cookies, please?" I barged into the kitchen and went straight to my good friend who in return shook his head me disapprovingly, "What? I can't ask for cookies now?" I asked him challengingly, crossing my arms against my chest.
Nicholas shook his head and went back to stir the steaming pot of soup, "You had three jars of cookies already" He said, emphasizing the number, "At the rate you are going, you might what humans call diabetes in a day" He glanced at me from the corners of his eyes.
That's not true. I gave two jars to Archie when we met last night to finalize the little things for the event. But, I can't let anyone else in the castle, except Fiona, know about this so I decided not to clarify it to Nicholas.
He might think I am a cooki
