Lily, Max's little sister, appeared at the doorway, her giggles filling the room. "Why don’t you use marshmallows?" she suggested with a mischievous grin. Max blinked at her, bewildered. "Marshmallows?" he echoed, but desperation made him consider it.

Max gathered a mountain of marshmallows, placing them under a plastic cup balanced precariously on his mom’s favorite mug. He watched as Cheese approached, curious and sniffing the air. But Cheese was too clever, hopping onto the mug like a throne, clearly unimpressed with the trap.

Finally, Max sat cross-legged on the floor, realizing that rushing around wasn’t helping. He took a deep breath and spoke softly. "Alright, let’s just talk about this like two mature, responsible creatures," he said to Cheese. Somehow, the calmness worked, and Cheese slowly made his way down to Max, lured by the sweet scent of the marshmallow.

Max[/@ch_1] and Cheese sitting peacefully together.] In the end, Max learned that patience was indeed better than panic. He smiled as he watched Cheese happily munching on a marshmallow. "Guess we both love marshmallows now," he chuckled, while Lily giggled beside him, sharing in the victory of a wild morning with a sweet ending.