He smirked back, flaring his wings before settling them back to his sides. "Yes dinner. That was EXACTLY what I meant.<br/><br/>And of course so few people meet the real, live dragons. They are too busy being distracted by fake, dead dragons."<br/><br/>Devaguea then relaxed and nodded, becoming more serious. "And yes, the invitation was for dinner. I would love to hear more about my northern neighbors, and I have no doubt you would love to be able to taunt your kin about your newest southern nation. Why, I bet some don't even realize that there is a dragon running things on their southern border, much less how much territory me and mine administer."<br/><br/>Regardless of how the dinner went, the next day, Cynthia was again on the field, this time ready for a hard workout.