The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

"I can't make soothing cookies."

"What do you mean?

A brit child came back to hear my words.

"No, that's why I can't make cookies at all"

"I wasn't deaf, I was asking you how you got to that point."

Oh, my God. Then tell me so, right?

"Look, spicy cookies have succeeded, but acidity, they fly quite a bit on the way to baking"

"Okay. I'm not gonna ask you any more details."

"I don't think that's difficult -"

Maria relaxes and tells the burrito as she pours her tea.

The way you put it, I'm not the problem!

Muffled, I put what I had hidden on the table.

"So, this is the failure."

"Wait, why did I get it out now? I want some muffins there."

"Why don't you give it a try?

"The strength of the push not to say yes or no! Or don't try to feed me the failures!

Even though he wraps it in paper and opens it, trying to push the cookies that were inside into the mouth of the brit, the brit resists diligently.

"It's a failure, but you want my opinion from someone"

"Because in this case you don't need to eat to get your opinion! Muggle!"

Stuff cookies in the mouth raised by the brit child in protest. The burrito put it in his mouth. He couldn't even get it out because my hand was covering it, and he chewed it and swallowed it.

"Well straight..."

"Wow, thoughtful thoughts..."

The burrito, whining heavily in his first voice, leaned down and stopped moving. Poured tea so that Maria could work and mopped her back. I've been thinking, Maria, aren't you nice to the Brits? Isn't that strange? Shouldn't you be the kindest to me?

While Maria rubbed me in the back, I saw a brit with her face up after a while, and I thought it was a failure after all.

"Um, I'd like to aim for something so refreshing that it won't be able to reboot, but this isn't enough, is it?"

"Is that all you got to say?"

"Look, the Brits came back from drinking tea."

The burrito remained pale and shook his head with a sigh. Oh, I know this trick. It's when you think, "No, this guy"!

Bridget takes my failing cookies and does something so I can't see them from this one.

I had a bad feeling. I tried to get up to sneak away.

But before that, Bridget looked back at this one. Of course there are failing cookies on my hands.

He had a very good smile.

"Come on, eat this. Problem solved."

"No... Fine..."

"I tell people to leave them to eat and they can't eat themselves!?

"Because it's not something that humans can eat."

"I ate!?

"No, look... you know what I mean?

"You see!

Show your rejection to the burrito pushing the gummy cookies. He continued to twitch and attack, but was suddenly strangled with wings from behind.

"I need to taste what I made myself"

It was Maria. Bad. I have it in my roots the first time I let it taste.

The burrito slowly approaches us. I remember a horror novel I read during this time. Scary. I know how that protagonist feels.

I'm scared, but I can't open my mouth. It's the last time I open it.

On me with my mouth shut tightly, a numb burrito jumped.

"Bad forelife!

"Oh, hey, cowardly...... hehe, haha, ngoo!

"See, you can make the perfect cookie you want!

A cookie was accidentally stuck in his empty mouth in a tickling attack.

The world has turned dark.

"Yikes! Stop fainting for a second! They'll take responsibility!

Sounds like I'm going to skip consciousness. I was swayed for Brit's self-centered claims.

Oh, stop, 'cause something's about to come out!

"Don't shake it!

I woke up on my own screaming. Cover your own mouth.

"Well straight..."

The aftertaste was also the worst.

Maria made me some tea, so I'll take a sip of it. I drank up and exhaled relieved.

"This could be used for questioning."

"Reflect!

The cries of the brit child echoed.