As he spoke, the Black Cat looked at Catherine.
Catherine glanced at the Black Cat, then at the busy Dragon Clan members in the courtyard. She just sighed and didn't say a word.
At that moment, Richie, who had already shed his armor, stumbled in from outside. He put his hands on Gray's bed and gently climbed up, sitting obediently with his big eyes rolling around.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"Father, Aunt Catherine, Aunt Vivian, Uncle Black Cat, please continue. I will just listen in and won't disturb you!"
...
As night fell, the Dragon Clan members lit rows of candles on the long table in the courtyard, filled it with dishes and fine wine. An extra large table was also arranged for large dishes.
What counts as large dishes? Like a whole roast cow.
The dwarves were delighted, laughing heartily.
"Wow! This is delicious! I never thought the Dragon Clan could cook so well!"
"Honestly, I thought they ate everything raw. After all, their mouths are so big."
