True-blue /troo-bloo/ - unwaveringly loyal or faithful; staunch; unchangingly true.
Natsu's mouth was watering before he saw the waitresses walking towards him with their arms full of food. His dragon slayer enhanced nose had led him to the best smelling restaurant in Margaret Town, he was sure of it. If there was anything he could trust 100% it was his nose. The waitresses started to place the food in front of him, each waitress giving him a wary look like they weren't sure such a boy could put down so much food all by himself.
"It's just going to be you, right?" One of them asked, looking around the restaurant.
Natsu flashed her a wide grin, "Just me!"
The waitress shook her head as she walked away from the table. It was a good thing they sat him in the secluded corner of the restaurant because things were about to get messy.
Wasting no time, Natsu dug right into the meal meant for a small army. His nose hadn't disappointed him this time, the food was delicious. He could feel the shocked stares from the restaurant staff as he finished three plates of food within five minutes. They didn't dare come by and interrupt him to ask him how it was. They'd have to be blind to not tell he wasn't enjoying it by the way he ate like it was going to be his last meal.
A familiar voice floated through the restaurant causing Natsu to pause mid-bite.
"Gray? The best ice mage in Fiore? You have got to be kidding me. You're talking to the best ice mage in all of Earthland right now."
A scowl formed on Natsu's face as he tried to remember where he'd heard that voice before. No one talked about Gray like that, especially without Gray to defend himself.
Natsu looked around until he spotted a familiar face sitting at the bar. Lyon Vastia. That second rank ice mage was sitting at the bar talking about one of Fairy Tail's strongest mages. Natsu put down his soup, forgetting his hunger in an instant. In one swift movement, he got up from the table and strode towards where Lyon was seated.
"That stripper would never be able to defeat me in an ice-off. He wouldn't even come close! He'd have to use ice shell against me to even think of defeating me," Lyon laughed to his companion.
The blood coursing through Natsu started to boil. No one but Natsu was allowed to talk about Gray like that and that's because Natsu wasn't afraid to say it to his face. That was their friendly competition, not cowardly words said behind his back.
"That stripper wouldn't even have to use both hands to defeat you and send you running back home to your guild," Natsu growled, startling the ice make mage.
"Natsu!" Lyon chuckled nervously, "Fancy seeing you in Margaret Town. I was just having some friendly banter about our good friend, Gray."
Natsu narrowed his eyes, "If I remember correctly, it was our good friend Gray who defeated you the last time you two fought. I'd suggest keeping his name out of your mouth if you know what's good for you."
Not letting Lyon respond, Natsu turned around and made his way towards the exit. Lyon's companion snickered as Lyon stared at the retreating Natsu.
"That is one true-blue friend you've got, Gray."