A/N: Y'all, so this seems pretty not-Maverick at all, but hey! I tried my best. Honestly though, I don't think I quite know how to write the Flyboy's just yet. I need to get into my…groove? Lol, I had the image of Po from Kung Fu Panda pop up in my mind when I read the prompt and I was like, "IT'S PERFECT!" help me. 0-0 :D

Maverick had a sweet tooth.
Goose knew about it.
Nobody else did. And Maverick wouldn't admit it even if it were a life-or-death situation. Not that it would matter. I mean, why in the world would someone put you in a life-or-death situation just to know if you had a sweet tooth? Whoops, I'm getting carried away…
Anyway, this is the story of how the Flyboy's found out about Maverick's sweet secret.
It started out as any normal day would. They went to class, they flew a few planes, they ate some food, took a shower and where now settling down for a nice break.
Goose walked out of his room, combing his wet hair back. He glanced around the community living room. Eyebrows creasing slightly, Goose called out, "Any of you boys seen Mav?"
Slider glanced up from where he and Ice were playing chess. "No, why?"
Goose scratched his head. "I dunno. Haven't seen him in a hot second."
Ice strategically moved another piece on the set, "You know, it is a bit too quiet. He might be up to something again."
Slider moved another piece, fingernails in his mouth as he bit them worriedly, watching the chess set.
Ice smirked, "Wrong move goofball. Checkmate."
"Awl, come on!" Slider exclaimed, throwing up his hands, "Why do you always win?"
Ice shrugged a smirk still on his face. "I'm just that good Kerner."
"Oh ho! Using last names are we Kazansky?" Slider joked good heartedly.
Goose rolled his eyes. "But seriously, where is Mav?"
"Not sure, you want help looking for him?" Slider asked.
"Yeah, that'd be great." Goose replied, eyebrows creasing a little more, "I'm starting to get a little…concerned."
"Alright." Slider got out of his armchair and stretched widely, "Let's go looking."

They searched for a good thirty minuets and with every minute Goose got increasingly worried. He paced around the living room muttering to himself quietly. Then he stopped, freezing in one place.
"Of course he'd be there." He muttered to himself, "Why didn't I think of it sooner?"
Ice and Slider exchanged confused looks. What was Goose talking about?
"Uh, hey Goose, buddy, you gonna tell us what's going on?" Slider finally asked.
Goose looked at them, a grin spreading across his face. "Before I do, we need to check the kitchen."
Ice rose an eyebrow and shrugged. "Whatever you say boss."
Goose rolled his eyes. "C'mon boys."

First, they heard the clinking of glass hitting together. This was followed by the sound of someone munching on food.
Goose was now grinning widely. He pushed open the kitchen door and entered the room.
There they found a smaller figure wrapped in a cozy white blanket, with his arm wrapped protectively around a jar of cookies, and a hand halfway to his mouth, eyes widened. He literally froze. Didn't even move a muscle, almost statue like.
Goose let out a laugh. "I shoulda known."
Maverick blushed, and curled in on himself, continuing to nibble on his cookie. "Sorry." He muttered.
Goose knelt down next to Maverick and wrapped him in a hug. "Did you get a little hungry for some sweets?"
Maverick nodded sheepishly. "Yeah."