“Try these ones next,” the dragon said, sliding a plate of cannoli across the table towards the knights. They were perfectly baked, sweet and flaky.
“Superb,” the captain said. “But I must say, you are the first dragon I’ve ever heard of taking up baking.”
The dragon sighed, removed their hat, and crushed it in their claws. “When I was a hatchling, my mother ate one of your kingdom’s princesses. I believe it was your grandfather that slew her for it.” The captain coughed.
“I want to put that ugliness behind us. Please consider this my application for Royal Patisier.”