The nausea had… stopped.
Not completely, but it had receded a lot, leaving behind a sudden, unexpected emptiness in the calm.
And now, he was faced with the sealed pouch of cookies in his hand. There was a faint, warm scent of butter and something subtly floral reaching his nose.
Whether it was the pregnancy cravings or simply the fact that these smelled better than what he had in Pete's house. Chronos felt his mouth water for the first time in hours.
He opened the pouch, randomly picked a cookie, and took a deliberate crisp bite.
The flavor hit first—rich, layered, not too sweet like the one he had before, with a depth of unknown flavor hidden within the buttery scent.
It had a crisp outer shell texture that gave way to something dense and almost creamy at the center. It held together without crumbling.
It was… objectively beyond excellent.
His expression, however, remained utterly flat outwardly.
