In mere moments, Sophie had devoured all three of Bruce's dishes, going so far as to lick the plates clean, an act that betrayed her typically reserved demeanor. She glanced over at Bruce, her expression a complex tapestry of irritation and desire, silently chiding him for not preparing a more substantial feast.
From across the room, Weima watched the spectacle unfold with amusement. She flashed Bruce a sly grin and discreetly signaled a thumbs up, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Who would have guessed that a raggedy green dragon like you had such culinary magic up your sleeves? You've really been hiding your light under a bushel," she murmured to him in a hushed tone.