[Those words make Pure Vanilla pause, his eyes opening slightly as he looks in Caviars direction. Like he's studying the other cookie, though he sees nothing but the darkness now. That was both a loaded request, and something else. Pure Vanilla can feel it, underneath Caviars words, like a current thats tugging on something. But perhaps he's thinking to deep on it. He has heard it said sometimes someone will disappear here before others.

Fidgeting with his fingernails a little - whatever are they for! - Pure Vanilla eventually nods.]

Of course, my friend. If fate strives to keep you here for whatever reason it may, I promise I will do my best in your stead to make sure your Cookies are seen to. On the very jam that runs through me, I promise they will suffer no longer.

[However, that means the reverse is true, as well. There's a chance Caviar Cookie might return without Pure Vanilla. He raises a hand to his lips thoughtfully, thinking of something.]

Forgive this suddenly odd request, but do you have a pen and paper I may borrow?