"This has been our world for countless years now. You and I, Hero, we do not notice the mortality of those who are... mortal."
"I notice. I see them die. I-- wait. I am mortal."
That smile. "Well. That may change." Don't look, don't look.
"Look." It was no friendly suggestion.
"Keep... going."
A map slid out from under the table, conveniently into her hand. The microwave beeped.
"Ah. After we partake of this innovation I stumbled upon weeks ago."
The package says... Hot Pocket?
"Yes, I believe that is what humans call them."
"And you dragons would eat this?"
"We are wyvern formes, Hero. And I enjoy this quite a lot. It says, ground beef. I quite like a cow."
I laughed. Why did I do that?
"Thank you."
"You do know though, they are extremely unhealthy."
She gasped.
"Oh, no. No. I've been trying to cut down the excess around my chin, here..."
Don't look.
"Yes, don't look." She blushed. I looked.
"Sorry."
"No, I don't... do you find it repulsive?"
I stared at her, worrying at the excess fat that clearly wasn't there, pulling at her chin.
"Uh. No. I don't."
"You don't like it!"
"No, no, yes, I do!"
She smiled.
Why did I... "Oh. No."
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