"Will there be enough?" Timandra asked, quite seriously for all that the last word slid into a chuckle. "It does smell very wonderful."
It would be foolish indeed to turn her nose up the dragon's generosity - not for any real threat, but for the one of her own sense of taste neglected. Despite her hesitance to accept, Tim laid the pie out in its wrappings, careful not to let it touch the ground (Liang would unlikely care if it did, but Timandra preferred not to indulge of whatever might be resident beneath her boots) and began sizing up where best to hack off a chunk for her own consumption.
"I suppose I will take a small bit," she ceded, answering her own question and pausing to retrieve a knife from her sack. As she cut off a corner, watching some of the juice seep out and into the cloth, Timandra met the dragon's eye. "Liang, may I ask you for a small favor?"