Having received Baiyi's order, the depressed Attie had to feed Noirciel as normal people did, by directly raising the bear-shaped cookie to the angel's lips.
At first, Noirciel was visibly uncomfortable, but when the mouthwatering aroma of the cookie reached her nostrils, pleasant memories of good food, which was residing deep in her host's mind, floated into Noirciel's head. The human part of Noirciel's psyche was suddenly triggered, and, with a strength reinforced by intense cravings, it began to fight off the angel's insistence on observing proper decorum.
It was easy to guess which side won, as Noirciel lips promptly parted, making way for the cookie. By the time her common sense kicked in, it was already too late; the cookie had already been chewed and swallowed, leaving behind a pleasant aftertaste on her tongue.
