The Rulers' Table

Currently, Abaddon and his family were seated at a large dining table in the garden. 

Ever since the flight ceremony earlier, the dragon had been receiving more intense stares than usual due to his nature as a three headed dragon being revealed, but he couldn't care less. 

His sole focus was on the cute young ice dragon on his lap who was picking food off his plate and eyeing it carefully. 

"Daddy, what is this stuff?" 

"Escargot." Abaddon explained carefully.

Mira carefully analyzed the strange food on her father's plate before deciding she did not want to be adventurous and try it. "All of this food looks yucky." 

Abaddon chuckled and began lightly patting his daughter's hair. "The party will be over soon, so if you like we can go home and have the triplets make you a late snack."

Mira's eyes became as big as saucers when her fathers words finally sank in. "Cookies??"

"If you like."

"Hehehe!"