[The wyvern sat where he was, looking between the egg and Ingrid.

It was almost like he was telling them what to do.

In the egg-shaped box, lie a golden ring, in the shape of an elegant feather. That was it. Claude must’ve planned for this. The ring, and for Omar to be the means of revealing it.]

Phew — perfect timing!~

[Rolling out this bad boy on a cart, Dimitri standing right behind him.]

Look what the lion king and I made! 💫

[It’s HIS turn to make an atrocious dish.]

Now. Where’s the birthday girl?!

<— Smug, shit-eating grin.