Doragon looks at her, â€œSo what do you elves eat?â€ he asks. He wasnâ€™t sure what they ate, neither did their personal chefs. One comes out and goes up to her. â€œWhat would you like to eat? So we can make it to you liking,â€ he says. Doragon could tell that she wasnâ€™t used to such service. While she was ordering food, another servant came out and pour something for her to drink. Doragonâ€™s mother and father had already ordered food and were being severed now. His mother had a salad and his father had stake with greens on the side. He wasnâ€™t sure what he was going to have. Even the dragons had their own food and severvant that serve them. Dorgan then looked at the servant. â€œI  guess I will have the same as my father, but make sure that itâ€™s cooked all the way through,â€ he says. The severant nods and goes toward the kitchen. His father looks at Talia. â€œI can tell you arenâ€™t used to this kind of servi ce, we are trying our best to make you feel at home,â€ he says and continues eating.<br/>His mother looks at her. â€œIâ€™m sorry for my husbands rude behavoir,â€ She says. â€œPlease accept my apology for such disgracful manners,â€ she says. Then excuses herself and continues eating. The table was long. His father and mother sat on one end eating while they sat on the other end waiting their dinners. â€œI hope this is ok.â€ Doragon says to her. He looked unsure and nervous again.