And enjoy he did, because save for what Riley carefully set aside for Kael—who would later raise a brow to another planet upon realizing he had not been given a single bite of whatever snack had just been prepared—Orien had eaten every last available kernel.
Every single one.
Including the piece that had almost flown off the table and had been dramatically rescued by the dragonling's maw mid-air.
Riley could only watch in mild amazement.
Clearly, the somehow immortal aide had observed the truth correctly. If it was golden or yellow or even vaguely reminiscent of either, then it was something the baby dragon would adore without hesitation.
Riley silently hoped that turning into a black dragon would not suddenly make him crave things like black beans.
Ahem.
That, however, was not the priority at the moment.
There were more important matters to attend to.
Like retrieving a very small bone from the space crack.
