"Magically inclined race.
Assume themselves superior to their fellow mortal for their long lifespans and innate talents.
Descendants of the most ancient of fey.
Holier than thou, believers that they are always correct.
I prefer to torture them by hand."
- to slay it."
Promptly sliding a plate over to Erebus as he reaches for the meat.
"The egg used in the omelette is a red dragon's. The meat was from... A bronze dragon, I believe."
"I had Nariko eradicate a hoard of dragons. The winged fiends had been conspiring against me.
The eggs were a bonus. You'd be surprised how rare it is to find unfertilized dragon eggs for consumption.
The thunder boar bacon was because she ran afoul one and felt compelled -
โI do not think I have eaten dragon before.โ
He had a few juices in hand, and a coffee pot floating behind. Decisions decisions โฆ
Immediately eyeing the large slabs of baconโฆa greedy, clawed hand readying to reach over!
- dishes set aside, large cuts of cooked draconic meat, toasted bread with a variety of jams and other spreads, and even large strips of bacon - very large. Cut from something he knows to be a "thunder boar". Plenty of other options to compliment the omelette, though.
"Fair warning, I'm trying something new with actually cooking.
Well, that and the dragon eggs and meat."
His relative newness to cooking wasn't really an issue, but he isn't quite familiar with his herald's spice tolerance.
Finally finishing the omelette, plenty of other -
A quiet huff, slipping around to rummage around for somethingโฆ
Two plates slid next to Srira a few moments later. Him scurrying off to who knows where to wait for the call.
"Do be patient. Just a little longer."
He doesn't even turn to face Erebus. Either somehow always hyper-aware of the hybrid's position due to some sort of scrying magic, or perhaps because Erebus was just that predictable.
She has almost as much of a knack for appearing unannounced as he does.
But alas, Erebus and Eris are elsewhere, so she may join him in their stead.
Convenient timing, seeing as the demon is putting the finishing touches on the omelette.
"Eager, are we, miss Chardonna?"