Blackie bumped shoulders with Goldie standing beside him, looking fearful.
"What are you thinking?" Goldie swallowed again, his gaze fixed on the surveillance screen, yet he responded.
"I'm thinking, if this crisis is quelled, I must eat all the cookies I couldn't bear to eat last time. I've suddenly realized the greatest regret of my life would be passing on with cookies left uneaten."
"I thought it was something serious; if we survive this crisis, I'll gift you a pack of treasured delicacies, only expired for two years."
Blackie was greatly astonished upon hearing this:
"Expired for two years, where did you get them?"
"They were given by the group of wanderers we helped last time. They supposedly once took over a food production factory, so the food they have was produced relatively recently."
"Why didn't they give me any?" Blackie suddenly widened his eyes.
"Because you're ugly."
Their lighthearted banter somewhat alleviated their tense mood.
