Lucy returned to the kitchen and pulled out another plate of meat. Then another. Then another.
She cooked and reheated, chopped and roasted, working like a warrior battling fate. Each time she placed the food down...
CHOMP!
CHOMP!!
CHOMP!!!
Gone.
Ash tore through piles of meat like a smiling black hole with wings. His appetite was terrifying.
Ten minutes later…
"Mom?" Bruce asked slowly. "Are you okay?"
Lucy was sweating, sleeves rolled up like she had been in a life-or-death brawl. "I am fine," she breathed.
Ash patted his belly happily.
Finally, after eating what could easily feed a small village, Ash let out a satisfied burp.
Kyyuuuuu~
Lucy collapsed into a nearby chair and exhaled. "I knew dragons ate a lot, but this one's appetite is monstrous."
Bruce offered to step into the kitchen, but Lucy shook her head. "No. It was good exercise."
A few minutes later, she excused herself to rest.
"I will go wash up. You two finish eating. Do not stay up too late."
