“I’m fine with anything,” Mana said with a shrug.

“You said that last time, and you barely touched your dinner, babe,” Gen cautioned, looking up from his phone.

Mana raised an eyebrow, curling her spiked tail around her hind legs as she shifted her weight on the couch. She huffed, and a small ring of smoke drifted lazily from her nostrils toward the cave’s ceiling. “Dude, just order whatever.”

The purple scales lining Gen’s spine rippled, shimmering a rather incredulous shade of green. He leaned over Mana to grab his phone from the limestone side table. His claws clicked against the screen as he swiped through each option.

Clack.

“Okay so I’ll get us a crusader each?” he asked.

“Ugh, we just had crusader last week,” Mana sighed.

Clack.

“Hmm, how about conqueror? We haven’t had conqueror for a while.”

“I cannot listen to another pre-appetizer sermon. Last time we ordered one, he had a whole twenty minute speech before we could twist his head off. I get that it’s supposed to be a culinary experience, but come on! Let’s just get to the food already.”

Gen chuckled, his maw widening to reveal three rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Clack.

“Empress? You love empress,” he queried.

“Too much gold. It gives me the sniffles,” Mana answered.

Clack.

“Strongman?”

“Too meaty.”

Clack.

“Poet?”

“Too dry!”

“Mana, just pick something!”

“I told you, I’m fine with whatever!”

“I swear I will go outside, swoop down, and grab us a peasant if you don’t pick something right now,” Gen said, opening his leathery wings ever so slightly.

“Ew!” Mana roared, “Fine, let’s just get crusader again.”

“Thank you, babe. I just put the items in,” Gen said as he confirmed the order with a satisfying click. “Looks like the wait time’s 3 years and 6 days.”

“Mm, perfect,” Mana’s forked tongue licked her lips, “I was just starting to get peckish.”