Once Josh was done cleaning, he took a sigh of relief. His accomplishment was quickly swept under the table however, as the dragon already had another task for him. “Hey, peasant! Make me dinner!” Josh’s face went from relieved to annoyed in an instant. He sighed and walked into the kitchen to see what he had in the fridge. Not much. However, he made do with what he had, taking a frozen steak out of the freezer and grilling it. “Ech, where’s my dinner?!” the dragon yelled out. “It’ll be ready soon.” Once Josh finally finished the steak, he set it aside barbecue sauce and a small vegetable salad he had in the fridge. He set it down by Folnjir, who stared at the dish once before scowling at Josh. “What. Is. This?” “It’s your dinner.” “You impudent rat! This is not dinner!!!! This is worth as much as a crumb!!!! You will make me a royal banquet, and make it good!!! This is something a dog would eat!!! I am NOT a dog!!! I AM ROYALTY!!!!!!!!!” Josh backed away as the dragon prince raged on. “Fine, fine...” Josh went back to the kitchen to make the greedy dragon a full royal banquet.