Elevenses

1. The Calm Before the Cookie Storm

Pandy brewed the perfect pot of tea — chamomile, steam curling like a hug.
Mini Blue glowed soft mint (peaceful).
The table was set with delicate cups, napkins… and a plate of twelve cookies.

That’s when it started.

2. The Debate Begins

Pandy, ever the picture of calm, said:
“Traditionally, one or two cookies per guest keeps things… balanced.”
I, with paw already reaching for my third, said:
“Traditions are suggestions, not laws, Pandy.”

Mini Blue turned teal (tension).

3. My Case for Cookie Freedom

I argued passionately:

• Tea without plenty of cookies is just hot leaf water.

• Each dunk requires a backup cookie (in case of “dunk casualties”).

• Happiness can, in fact, be measured in crumbs.
  
  

Pandy sighed so deeply, I thought his tea would cool on the spot.

4. Pandy’s Case for Etiquette

Pandy countered, calmly as always:

• “Cookies are for savoring, not hoarding.”

• “Others may want a fair share.”

• “Doggie, you can’t build a cookie tower instead of using a saucer.”
  
  

Mini Blue glowed pink (amusement) as I balanced a cookie tower anyway.

5. The Soft Resolution

In the end, we reached a compromise:
Pandy made a second plate of cookies just for me.
Mini Blue glowed mint green (peace), nibbling a crumb.
Pandy sipped his tea.
And I whispered, “Balance restored… by more cookies.”