She closed the empty biscuit tin, sighing. She had craved a sweet delicacy for months, but no-one has got her any. Not that they would, Evelyn was supposed to shop for her own necessities now. She walked back to the worn out sofa in her small apartment, reaching out for the remote control. She pressed the buttons feebly, drained of her energy. It had been another long day at school, and she was reluctantly readying herself for homework. Nowadays, she lived off caffeine and adrenaline, and a lonely nights sleep.

A bajillion years later.

The biscuit tin was full. For everyone to enjoy, her new friends and family. The strong smell of warm, fresh cookies filled the air as she popped the stationary into the dishwasher. Her best friends recipe for best friend cookies was delightful and simple, making the cookies more tempting to make. Evelyn enjoyed her happy life. All thanks to her biscuit tin.🤍