Though his eyes began to sparkle at the response he got and began his tales. He started to speak, if not ramble from time to time, about his travels around the wonderful world they lived on. From the deserts of Saddle Arabia to the frozen fields high up in the Frozen North. From the friendly Chinese ponies to the sometimes violent Nordic viking ponies, from the jungles of the Amazon and its many temples lost through the ages, to crowded cities like Los Pegasus or Manehatten. The little dragon had seen it all, done most of it and had no regrets of being six months away. It was his reward for the work he did for Twilight and all the events she just dragged him in without any form of thought. Even though he was just a baby dragon, he had seen quite the lot already and knew how to handle himself within mostly every situation. And the subject he spoke the most about was the food that all the different cultures had he came across. For that little dragon alone had an appetite bigger than the six pony friends combined.