Well, apparently, one with dishes just as acceptable as the circles!
Riley had explained earlier that cakes were usually eaten last. If Orien wanted to follow the same custom, then the pancake tower had to be stored in the preservation bin so it wouldn't start deteriorating.
The baby dragon wasn't entirely sure what that nonsense meant.
Why would pancakes deteriorate?
Were they fragile?
Would they fall apart if you glared at them? But whatever it was, he nodded in all seriousness. He was dignified enough to pretend he understood.
Besides, there were other things stealing his attention.
The table.
The entire table was covered.
His golden eyes widened ever so slightly as he scanned the spread, stubby claws gripping the edge of the chair.
