"Come back to the kitchen," Mina says, jumping off the grassy bank and turning to face Inric. "Ffion has made apricot stars. Oh! And Nazarchtharin is looking for you." "Nazarchtharin is here?" And the dragon was looking for him? "Uh, sorry." Mina flushes, embarrassed. "I forgot to say." "Inric!" He turns to the entry arch to see the dragon approaching, wearing an annoyed expression. "Why are you not carrying the scale I gave you?!"