“Call me now,” I said through gritted teeth. The dragon’s screeching was really starting to get to me.
Adrian returned in about ten minutes carrying two bags. I stared in amazement as he got in the car. “Did you buy out the store?”
“I didn’t know what kind it wanted,” he protested. Between the two bags, we had half a dozen slices of different kinds of pies. Each one’s container was neatly labeled.
“I really don’t know either,” I said.
Adrian sifted through the bags and pulled out a slice of coconut cream. “If I were a dragon, this is what I’d go for.”