White Lily Cookie And Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

I said, and Mrs Kowalski cleared her throat from the doorway where she was pretending to read a magazine. We cut the cookies into shapes, and Lily wanted stars and hearts and dinosaurs, and Rook wanted hockey sticks, and I told him that we did not have a hockey stick cutter, and he said that we should buy one. Lily cut a cookie that was supposed to be a star but looked like a blob, and she said that it was Daddy, and Rook said that it looked exactly like him before coffee.

Blair's P.O.V In the kitchen, Jane had indeed brought cookies; she might've gone a little overboard, though. There were so many different kinds—chocolate chip, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin, and something that simply smelled like heaven involving peanut butter. My favorite. She sat at the counter, chatting with the cook, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw me. "Hey, Blair. Is everything okay? You look..."

But when I begged her for cookies, they were something she could whip up in a second. I decided it was time to indulge in the memory and I would get the dozen or two that were there. Still waiting for the voice from the back to appear, I tried to put my finger on what had smelled so divine when I was outside. It had a scent of vanilla to it; but it definitely wasn’t the cookies I smelled. The other cases had cakes and cupcakes, fancy dessert bites, and other confections; but none of them had the vanilla smell mixed with smokey caramel and rum.

“Ethan Hayes and little Lily! My favorite customers. The usual for you two today?” Lily nodded fast, bouncing on her toes. “Chocolate with extra sprinkles for me please. Daddy always gets mint chip. Sienna, you should try the strawberry swirl. It’s the best one here. They put real strawberries in it.” I smiled at her excitement. “Strawberry swirl it is then. Thanks for the recommendation, Lily. I’ll trust your taste.”