[Private Dining Room]
Sam orders soup, curry, and chicken.
Sam frowns at Lucy. Then he makes note of her order. Her piles of expensive gemstones. Her wanton ignorance of certain peril. Her comment about not normally wearing clothes. Being distracted by shinies. And her shiny metallic dress.
And then Sam tries to put all those pieces together because this has been bugging him even if he doesn’t have much to go on besides the books he’s been struggling to read in order to raise his reading level.
”Lucy, are you a dragon or something?” he asks candidly.