"Emma really does take care of me best."
Orson let out a relaxed grin. He pulled three packs of instant noodles from his storage, set up a pot over the campfire, and began tossing in ingredients with little care for order.
Soon, the fragrant smell of noodles, bacon, and eggs filled the air. He ladled out a bowl and handed it to Aeloria, who was standing with her back to him, keeping watch.
"If you're going to be a proper little lady of dragonkind, it starts with accepting civilized indulgences." Orson smirked, clearly up to no good.
Aeloria sniffed, turned her head slightly, and gave him a look of disdain.
"My lord, magical creatures sustain themselves by devouring elemental energy."
"Oh really? Must be nice—drinking in the wind and calling it a delicacy. Truly elegant!"
Orson couldn't help but laugh. He tried to offer her some noodles, just to see if he'd be the first person ever to hand-feed a dragon.
"There's the scent of that human on it. I don't like it."
