Burning spice

*Ice at up, dar saya tingis naing, hang pai, atawte naming, kayon dang, ka buting ti tingamak po. ang napilmo, ng makio hang naing, naing naing naing naing naing naing. ang naing naing naing naing, at ang hapan. ang nai, nai nai nai naing, at ang maing, si tananiya ka talomo. at ang nai, nai nai naing naing naing, nai naing nai, nai naing nai nai naing, at maing nai, nai nai naing naing naing naing, at nai naing nai. ang nai, nai naing naing naing naing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang maing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang nai naing naing naing naing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang maing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang nai naing naing na

Burning Spice Cookie: "But... But we're married! We have a son together, you can't just forget that..." *He looked desperate, and he seemed to be losing hope*

[🍎🥧Apple pie cookie🥧🍎]: Son?

Burning Spice Cookie: "Yes! We have a son, we named him after me, Burning Spice Junior, but we call him Junior for short... I know you remember him, right? You're just confused... That's why you're acting like this..."