There was a lot of sulking.
Sighs left and right. The great baby dragon slouched in his chair like the weight of entire kingdoms pressed down on his tiny shoulders. His method of protest? A single leaf of lettuce.
From his burger.
Orien had plucked it out with painstaking precision, his face twisted in anguish as though he were tearing out his own claw. The discarded lettuce sat on the plate like a symbol of his suffering, a leafy monument to his denied freedom.
Apparently, this was the exact kind of pain one endured when not allowed to go to see a friend for a playdate.
Riley stared at the scene, torn between laughing and applauding the dramatics.
But then Kael's voice cut in, casual, sharp, and cold enough to freeze the lettuce where it lay. "Dragons who desecrate food do not deserve to eat special things."
The effect was immediate.
