#golden retriever himbos are a pure delight

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Blake: (giving a speech to a bunch of rowdy Faunus activists as new Chieftess of Menagerie and leader of the White Fang) While the past leaders of this organization and kingdom have done their best, I intend to build up on that foundation and make-

Deer!Faunus: Aren't you in a relationship with a human?!

Blake: My relationships do not affect my ability to-

Mouse!Faunus: How can we trust a leader who willingly became a humans pet?!

Faunus Crowd: (start muttering)

Blake: (grumbling mentally as she tries to think of what to say)

Yang: (blares through the crowd on Bumblebee 2.0 with a giant trailer hitched off to the back) Blaaaaaake!

Blake: (sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose) What is it, Yang? I'm a bit busy, and you just plowed through a bunch of Faunus activists.

Yang: (parks and pulls off her helmet) Yeah, sorry about that, but I'm in a pickle. (Hops off the motorcycle and opens up the top hatch of the trailer - revealing hundreds of freshly baked cookies)

Blake: ...........

Faunus Crowd: ...........

Blake: What?

Yang: Nora, Ruby, and I decided to get the Remnant World Record for the number of cookies baked at the same time. We used my semblance to bake, Ruby's semblance to mix, and Nora's sheer crackhead energy to get everything else. But now we have too many cookies!

Blake: ......Nora and Ruby can't just eat them?

Yang: They already ate 3 trailer fulls! (Projects picture of Nora and Ruby in cookie comas) I remembered that you had a public event thing and thought maybe attendees would want some!

Blake: (lightbulb moment) Actually, that would be amazing! Thank you so much, dear, for being so considerate.

Yang: (confused by the diabetic sweetness dripping from Blake’s voice and slowly shuffles up to the podium as a few Faunus that hadn't been assholes go up to the trailer and grab a cookie) Uh, did I do something wrong? I can leave if I'm intruding.

Fox!Faunus: Nope! (Munches cookie) You're good! Thank you, Dear!

Faunus Crowd: Thank you, Dear!

Yang: (severely confused) What just happened?

Blake: (covers her microphone before kissing Yang on the cheek) Apparently, a butch, golden retriever lesbian bringing homemade baked goods is all you need to calm a bloodthirsty crowd.