"More pancakes, Buddy?" Thane asked, plopping a golden flapjack onto a plate. The spatula hit the pan like a soft bell.
"Dragons need fuel!" Eli declared, spooning syrup over his third pancake. He leaned across the table, eyes shining. "Dad, what eats pancakes?"
"A pancake dragon," Thane said, grinning. "Soft scales of syrup and butter wings.".
Eli's jaw dropped. "Can I grow up to be a pancake dragon?"
"You already are one," said Mira, from the other side of the table, stirring her coffee. Her gaze drifted between Thane's easy grin and Eli's guffaw. "You breathe fire and inhale everything in sight."
Eli puffed out his cheeks. "Fire breath!" He swooshed a fork back and forth, waving it as if it were a dragon claw. "Rawr!
Thane crossed his arms on his chest. "Great. But can pancake dra
