"Sir, Madam, welcome. We're just finishing the first round of breakfast for those who need to get through their morning tasks before the morning sun gets too warm. You don't mind waiting a moment, do you?" The Orcish woman cooking asked.
"No problem at all. Let me go collect Button, and we will keep her out from underfoot until the food is ready." Dana agreed.
The Orc laughed, and gestured to the small stack of pancakes beside the other grill.
"If she becomes a handful, just give her one in a different flavour. Having food in both hands short circuits her brain, and she doesn't know what to do."
Button laughed, but Karl noticed that she didn't deny it.
Dana led them to a blanket laid out on the sand, and sat down with the young dragon in her arms as Button prattled on about the varieties of fish that lived in the lake, and the relative merits of the flavour of each of them.
