Cafe MindShaker

He flopped over on his back, letting out a loud sigh. "Well that was interesting," he said.

“She’s not supposed to have wings.”, Lavender blurted out.

He frowned, glancing over. "Is it a bad thing that she does?"

“It’s pitebtially dangerous. We were introducing dragon genes into the Dino’s slowly, genetic tampering with magic is incredibly frail.The Dino only has about 22% dragon in her, it’s nit possible for her to have wings!”

"Well, obviously, it is possible," he said, gesturing to the sleeping hybrid.

“There— there must have been a mistake, she could have too much magic, we don’t know what powers she has, this is bad.”

"Not if she's stuck here," he pointed out, rolling onto his side. "Look, just keep a close eye on her, and don't worry about it too much."

Lavender but her lip, stroking the tiny dragon. “She needs a name.”

"I don't know how to name Dragons," he said with a laugh. "So that's on you, unless you're cool with naming it Oreo, Strudel or something like that."

“Strudel’s cute.”, Lavender smiled.

(lol that's my cat's name)
"Oh," Asura said, a bit surprised. "Thanks, I guess?"

Strudel yawned, rolling over and exposing her sandy stomach, which Lavender tickled.

(Lol)

Asura chuckled at the cute dragon. "Do we have the resources to take care of her?"

“She’s an omnivore, I think.”, Lavender yawned, smiling at the sight of Strudel’s jewel blue eye opening curiously.

"Well, okay, but that's just food. Is there a certain habitat she needs? Because I've never raised a dragon thing before, so I'm not sure."

“Don’t call her thing.”, she said sharply. “Sorry. She’ll need a relatively warm, marshy environment. I can produce that.”

He glared. "I know she's not a thing, she's a living, breathing creature. I just don't know what to call her species."

“Dragon. Or Auquilops. Whichever.”

He nodded. "So how are you going to produce your dragon habitat?"

Lavender pointed to a box in her bed. “That’s a magically enhanced 3D printer. I have all the data I need.”

"Wow," he said, somewhat impressed. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it? It looks like you don't really need me for anything." He stood up, stretching his legs.

“Wait! Tell me one thing. Have you ever been to the Faerie Realm?”

He stops, straightening and squinting a bit. "I… might have. I think I made a deal with a Faerie once, but it didn't go down too well. It was thousands of years ago though, so I can't remember clearly."

“Did they have blue skin and a scar disfiguring their face?” Lavender’s voice trembled.

"Blue skin, but no scar," he said. "At least, not that I can remember."

“How many years ago was this?!”

Asura rubbed his temples. "Oh gosh… like, fifteen hundred? I don't know, it was a while ago."

“What was his name?!”

*her

"I don't know, calm down," he said, glaring at her. "I've got 53 billion years of information crammed in my brain, it gets hard to recall things."