Cooking
Yeah, that was a better alternative than soccer. You were a bit more excited about this. It was better, for sure.
“I can make us some brownies for the marathon?”
You hadn’t actually tried brownies before, but you felt like that was the right call. Maybe popcorn as well, if they liked it.
“It’s a good thing we can eat chocolate, eh?” Mike snickered. “Despite me being a dog. I tried it, and didn’t die~”
Honestly, you wanted to point out that it was a bit dangerous to try eating something when one wasn’t sure if it was poisonous or not, but you kept that thought to yourself.
“I’ll prepare the drinks!” And now it was Dahlia’s turn to speak up. “I may not look like it, but I make an excellent martini.”
Everyone there looked a bit too excited about something that wasn’t even set up yet. But still, you sorta enjoyed it, the way you had handled things so far made you feel happy.
Yes, everything here was simple, but that didn’t mean it was bad. No, it was… good, very, very good.
Maybe what you needed in the end was something that was different from how you usually lived your life. And, in this case, that “something” happened to be living as a cow. It still felt weird, though it didn’t feel bad.
Well, it didn’t take a lot of time before you found yourself doing what you wanted to be doing. Namely, baking. You already had most of everything ready. The brownie batter was cooking, and you heard whistling behind you.
Written by catprog on 30 April 2026
The end (for now)