The breakfast meticulously crafted by the evil dragon Lance was surprisingly delectable.
"His culinary skills are nothing short of exceptional," Lucia mused, marveling at the flavors.
After swiftly devouring ten hearty meat balls, her stomach swelled noticeably. Yet, she felt she could happily manage one or two more.
Lance, the fearsome dragon, hadn't eaten anything yet. Lucia worried, "If I gobble up everything, what's left for Lance? Surely, we can't expect him to subsist on mere porridge!"
Considering his massive size, a simple bowl of porridge would hardly be satisfying. Determined, Lucia decided to save the remaining five meat balls for Lance. Just then, Marley, the sneaky little pup, snatched another ball from the bowl while Lucia's back was turned.
"No! Those are for Lance; he hasn't eaten yet," she scolded.