August looked up from the plate of miraculous sky-cookies and noticed Miranda for the first time while still crouched in sort of an odd position with a cookie halfway to his mouth. She had said something...about the cookies...maybe she was the person who made them? What was it she was saying about the cookies, though? He could barely hear her considering he was still gnawing on one like a dog with a bone...the cookies were...for everyone! That was it!

...[i]oh[/i].

August dropped the cookie he was holding back onto the plate and practically wilted with the sort of expression more suitable on a scolded puppy than a human. It wasn't that Miranda had been particularly mean, but the thought of denying people awesome cookies when they were supposed to be shared was pure horribleness in his mind! He had denied those cookies their destiny of spreading joy in the world, and now others would never taste them! He was practically tearing up at the thought of it! Oh sure there were still some cookies left, but those particular ones were gone forever and ever!

As people introduced themselves one by one August continued to mope until the giant Germanic man started screaming about manliness and challenges, which distracted him almost completely from why he was sad in the first place. Then Miranda fell over onto her face. Well, that seemed pretty lousy. If nothing else August knew by experience that falling flat on one's face wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. With that in mind he held one of the cookies out to their original maker as she sprawled their on the ground.

" 'm August! Want one of the cookies I stole? I also do hugs and/or first aid, I guess."

Well it was true, if not entirely usual.