Rowie looked a little disappointed. It was as if the pup had wanted all this time to hear Vanilla tell them about what she chose for her fantasy, only for her not telling them anything about it. He could also recall what the wolf he met told him about not forcing her to say anything, who also happened to remind him a lot of the man they had been talking about so much.
"It's alright, Vanilla," Cookie said. "I understand if you don't wanna tell us."
"Really?" Vanilla raised one eyebrow.
"Yeah. What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing. It's just that this is weird coming from someone like you."
"Weird?" Cookie frowned with a confused grin. "What do you mean?"
"Knowing you, one could expect that you would get all over curious and bomb me with annoying begs and questions until I ended up telling you."
"Vanilla," Cookie chuckled with a deprecating tone. "Do you really think that low of me?"
"I'm just telling the truth."
