It was a beef and vegetable stew over rice. It smelled delicious and she could feel and hear her stomach growl in anticipation.
Yakir looked at her with a smirk. “Come eat liaaja.” he said placing the bowls in front. “It's not the meal you buy but it will fill your empty stomach and taste decent enough.” He pulled a chair out for her and she sat in it gracefully even though she was wearing his boxers and shirt. The posture is ingrained in her for sure. He had no such upbringing. He was what the dragons called a gypsy prince which means no such manners were ever expected of him. He got in his chair and started to shovel the food in his mouth.
Zirri picked up her spoon and tried to get a good amount on it. She was curious to see what her dragon eats when she was not feeding h
