While they were flying, Qibli mulled over the day's events in his head. He suddenly remembered something he had said to the MudWing. What was his name again? Oh, right. Toad.

"Hey!" Qibli yelled over the whistling wind. "Have you guys had dinner yet?"

Winter and Storm stopped and turned around to look at him.

"No-o, we haven't. I was planning to have dinner at the house." Winter responded.

Qibli stopped, hovering. "I know a place we can go. Do you guys want to go there? Dinner's on me if so."

"Sure, why not?" Storm looked at Winter, who shrugged.

When they got to the Scorpion Den, it wasn't long before they saw a hand-painted sign that said The Lucky Dream (Try our new seasoned gazelle!)

"That must be it," Qibli said as they swooped down toward the restaurant. They landed and walked straight into a bustling diner full of eating dragons.

"Whoa! The food here must be good if there's this many customers!" Storm said, eyebrows raised.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Winter said with the same expression.

A waiter came up to them, saw Qibli, and said, "Oh! Sir, it's you! Do you want "

Qibli shook his head. "No, here is fine. Would you be so kind as to find us a table for three?"

The smallish MudWing nodded vigorously. "Yes, Sir. No problem."

They showed them to a table with a window view on the right. Since the table had two chairs, the waiter dragged another one over to it and then gave them three menus.

"I see you're using the new book format instead of the old scroll one," Qibli noticed.

"Well, the scrolls were rather messy, and the books are more compact, so we switched," the waiter said. They pulled a pad of paper from a satchel they were wearing. "Would you like me to take your order now, or later?" They asked once the group had sat down.

"Later, I think." Winter responded.

"Yes." Qibli agreed.

"Ohh, i'm famished." Storm's stomach growled at the pleasant smells wafting around the restaurant. He took a look at the menu. "What are meatballs?" He asked.

"Like rolled balls of meat. They usually have spices and such inside them to enhance the flavor." Qibli said.

"Interesting," Storm said. "It comes with 'pasta', too. What's that?"

"It's wheat dough boiled in water. It doesn't really have taste by itself, so it's usually paired with other savory food to make it taste good." Qibli responded. "Have we all decided now?"

Storm and Winter both nodded, and Qibli raised his arm to signal the waiter that they were ready.

"I think I'll have that with the meatballs, with some tomato sauce. It says here that all three of those combined create something called spaghetti! That sounds tasty." Storm chose.

"I'll have the new seasoned gazelle, please." Qibli asked.

"Would you like that gazelle seared, smoked, grilled, or sautéed?" The waiter asked.

"Woah, that's a lot of options. I think i'll try it smoked." Qibli responded.

"I'll just have some raw seal." Winter said.

"So, spaghetti, smoked seasoned gazelle, and raw seal. Is that right?" The waiter asked, looking at them over the top of their paper.

They all confirmed that that was correct.

"Okay, that will be about twen-"

"Wait a minute!" A familiar MudWing was pushing his way towards them. "They eat for free. He paid for the rebuilding of the other restaurant."

"Hold up. If your building was wrecked, is this not it?" Winter questioned.

"No, this is my cousin's place. He always has it open in case something happens, like it did today, so that we can keep business going smoothly." Toad responded. The apron he was wearing had food stains on it. "You all eat for free, since you helped."

"Thank you!" Qibli reached out for a handshake, and Toad tentatively took it, still unsure that he could touch him.

"All right! Your order will be ready in about... ten minutes." The waiter squinted up at the ceiling and bustled off, taking other dragon's orders on the way back to the kitchen.

"That's one of my younger sibs. We all run the place together." Toad said, noticing where Qibli was looking.

"So it's just you and your sibs running the place? No one else?" Qibli inquired, curious.

"Yes, we are a strictly family-owned business." Toad responded.