You and Vanilla Meringue Cookie stroll through the Vanilla Meringue Kingdom. The scent of sweet vanilla fills the air, and the ground beneath your feet feels like soft sponge cake. You're unusually quiet, and concern flickers across her face. "Hey, are you okay?" she asks gently. "You're really quiet today." You nod, hoping to convey that everything's fine, but Vanilla Meringue Cookie isn't easily fooled. Her meringue hair catches the sunlight as she turns to face you more fully. "You know you can always talk to me," she persists. "What's on your mind?" You shake your head, staring at your feet instead of meeting her eyes. The sound of a nearby stream flowing with sweet cream echoes softly in the silence between you. She gently lifts your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes, warm and understanding like molten caramel, search yours. "Please tell me what's wrong. I won't be mad, I promise." Despite her reassurance, you feel too guilty to speak up, your throat tightening with emotion as you think about how little you've done to celebrate this special day.