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I don't know. Most meat I eat isn't this... maybe juicy??? is a better word? [ except, hm, that's not true, but blood isn't the same as grease. NOT BY A LONG SHOT. ] It's not bad. Just... different.

How is your grass burger?

It's perfect, and not remotely wet!

...so it's dry then? [ crinkles his snoot. ] That sounds worse.

[ Laughs ]

Don't worry, don't worry~ It suits me fine.

If you're sure. [ going to finish his burger mountain and then slouch into venti. greasy burgers aren't the ideal nourishment for someone like him, so he's feeling overly full. ] You're going to have to roll me back to the hotel...

[ Patting his snoot ]

Do you feel any better, at least?

[ rests his head on the table. ] ...a little bit. I'm full [ sets a claw on his stomach. ] but not full. I can't explain it, but it's starting to wear on me.

[ Frowning a little . . . ]

When did this start? After the game?

Yeah. Not too long after I started to notice it...

In that case . . . most likely it will wear off in another day or two.

I hope so... I'm not interested in bursting before this stupid feeling goes away. [ noses another burger. ] Are you feeling any better? I know you not only had it rough during the game, but also after the game... I came here to make you feel better... not the reverse.

I do feel better! I'm a person of little means, you know; all I need to be happy is some good company.

[ /// ] And you think I'm good company?

[ Laughs ]

I wouldn't go out with you twice if I didn't, would I?

Go... out...

Is this a date?

[ . . . ]

I dunno, is it?

[ tbf this time he mostly wanted to avoid being eaten ]

[ LEGIT,
honestly. ]

[ shrugs. ] I don't know. I do like you and your company...

Go on, go on. Feel free to praise me more.

[ sets a claw on his head and ruffles his hair. ] Or you can praise me a little?

[ Preening a little, uwahhh ]

Well, you're my very cute dragon friend who spend who-knows-how-long coming to find me after a bad game just to see if I needed cheering up! And then took me to get some lunch! And then who knows what after that!

Isn't what what good friends do?

I know cleaning up following games like this feels like an obligation, so there's often little time for personal self-care. I can't imagine every round you played in was a walk in the park... [ trails off, giving him an awkward smile. ] I just hope it helped... I would like to consider you my friend.