Cinnamon Bun

Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Two - A New Chapter in Your Life

"Booksie!" I cheered, though I tried not to be too loud about it.

I met the Bun out by the side of a large warehouse that Amaryllis had rented out and emptied for the occasion. It wasn't the prettiest building, but it was one of the only ones in the entire city large enough to accommodate dragons, with enormous doors all along one side of the building.

Right now, it was set up as more of an open pavilion than a warehouse of any sort. There were draperies all over and a good chunk of money had been spent repainting the entire space.

I was pretty sure the city had even cleaned out the area around here, making it prettier to look at. It helped, because this wasn't in the nicest parts of Port Royal.

Peeking past Booksie, I could make out half a dozen dragons, some with their heads partially in the warehouse-turned-reception hall, others gathered outside. They were snacking on half-loaves of bread and wheels of cheese.

"Hi Broccoli," Booksie said. She smiled, then opened her arms for a hug. "Come on, I need some energy."

"Aww!" I said before returning the hug. "Is everything okay? I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help with the reception."

"Oh, it's fine," Booksie said. "Well ... mostly fine. A smaller dragon went overboard with the wine -- by the fourth cask they were very drunk. Oh, and Cholondee either has a crush on -- or wants to fight -- one of the guests. And one of the chefs fainted when a dragon tried to complement his cooking."