[That's exactly why he wants to meet Sparkling to be honest, as well as the entire population of cookies he's somehow convinced just live here. He doesn't even realize how small he'd be if he were his actual cookie self right now, this is clearly just a weird city full of weird...not-cookies.

But enough about that, he's plummeting onto cement, which turns out isn't nearly as fun as tripping onto rotting wood. ...And that wasn't very fun to begin with! Thankfully there's a Maya to keep things from turning into a disaster. Caviar might be bigger than her, but he has no shame accepting the stranger's assistance.]

Looks to be that way. [He forces a toothy, lopsided grin as he holds onto her arm, pushing himself up and giving her head a good "thank you" hair ruffle.] Thankfully all it takes is one strong cookie to make a difference. ...Or, er, sea monster, in this case.