He lifted his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug as though he couldn't possibly attest to the behavior of dragons. Which was, in a distorted kind of perspective, somewhat true. He didn't know what other dragons were up to. He only knew what he was up to. (About 6'2" in human form.) And, to be honest, he wasn't up to much of anything. Which was part of his problem. He isolated himself from everyone, not just dragons.
"Maybe some turn entire villages into ice sculptures. Or evaporate them with caustic spit. Who knows."
He blinked.
"Hamlet. Is. Not. Boring. Shakespeare is life."
And on that topic Rasmus was very serious.
He sighed, ran his fingers back through his hair, and tucked the loose strands behind his ear.
"Fruit Loops is not a unique taste, Dr. Pepper. It's a cheap taste. Clearly you need to get out more and experience the world. Maybe you should consider hiring someone to bring by breakfast for you when you have customers. I'm sure one of the mom and pop diners would be willing to make deliveries. Or, you know, you could become intimately acquainted with Pinterest and practice baking things with avocado."
You could bake avocado, right?
Rasmus took a step closer to Lucas, tilting his head to the right and looking at him with a strange combination of hunger and curiosity.
"I've been here a while. So, yeah, I can advise you."