Meanwhile, I wandered over to Rex, curious about the menu.
"Hey, are the Dragon's Breath Pancakes any good?" I asked, keeping my tone serious.
Rex grinned mischievously. "I've got a joke for you instead."
I groaned. "Please. Spare me."
"Why did the Dragon's Breath Pancakes go to therapy?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "…Why?"
"Because they were feeling a little scorched and needed to work through some hot issues!" He puffed his chest proudly, clearly expecting applause.
I just rubbed my temples and glared at him like he'd committed a crime.
"Okay, okay! I'll stop," Rex said quickly, hands raised in surrender. "Sheesh, no funny bones in you at all. I thought witches were supposed to cackle?"
"Witches only laugh at funny jokes. Yours barely qualifies as a knock-knock reject."
Rex clenched his heart as he dramatically kneeled, "Ooof! Stop it with your rude remarks! You're hurting me physically and emotionally."
