Lyra and the Dragon Desire

“But it wasn’t, actually,” Lyra added, folding her hooves on the table and resting her chin on them, a dreamy smile on her face as she relived the scene in her mind.

“Is this really the sort of story you should be telling in public?” Rose asked, taking a sip of lemonade to try to cool herself off.

“What can I say? It’s that time of year.” Lyra giggled a bit, then sat up straight. “Let me tell you about what really was the best meal ever. For the dragon, at least.”