Cybele (thinking): Hm?


Cybele’s Master: Cybele? What are you–?

Cybele: Welcome home! Look what I made for you!

Cybele’s Master: Look what a MESS you’ve made, is more like it! Did I ask you to bake? Was that anywhere in your instructions? How do you expect me to explain this to the cleaning staff? Are they supposed to just ignore the signs of a strange child in my penthouse? Are–

–are those snickerdoodles?

Cybele: Uh-huh!