He smirked. "Every chef has the same level of pride. Since most of my meals have been either rations that taste reassuringly like nothing else, including boots, and nutrient pastes that have flavors of bizarre combinations at best, I am sure they will find me an easy to please connoisseur."<br/><br/>He turned in a circle a couple times to get the cushion he was using properly shaped, and then lay down. A quick use of the mage hand spell let him levitate his silverware to his mouth, as dragons lacked hands to really enjoy the benefits such without magic. He still had to be careful to not bite the utensils, but he could at least eat with reasonable speed. "Is your mate not feeling well? I was hoping he would be here too. Meet the whole family."