[They offer their hands at the same time, perfectly in sync, and for a long moment it seems as if Robin is overwhelmed. Two choices, how is he supposed to choose between two? The little dragon squeaks, dances nervously on the sand, and then darts forward, snatching both pieces out of their fingers and keeping them firmly in his mouth. He looks like a bloody chipmunk, both pieces shoved into his cheeks, but at least he's gotten all the food offered.
And it seems their ploy worked: soon a feeling of contentment settles through both their minds, and Rosalind smiles.]
There we go . . . now how are you going to eat those, my lad?
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[They offer their hands at the same time, perfectly in sync, and for a long moment it seems as if Robin is overwhelmed. Two choices, how is he supposed to choose between two? The little dragon squeaks, dances nervously on the sand, and then darts forward, snatching both pieces out of their fingers and keeping them firmly in his mouth. He looks like a bloody chipmunk, both pieces shoved into his cheeks, but at least he's gotten all the food offered.
And it seems their ploy worked: soon a feeling of contentment settles through both their minds, and Rosalind smiles.]
There we go . . . now how are you going to eat those, my lad?