The perfect thing to do on a lazy afternoon was to make scones.

Goliath hadn’t mastered the art of making scones yet, but if he could make them well enough to please the recipient, that was good enough for him.

This time he was visiting his grandmother, who absolutely adored scones. Bonus points if they had chocolate in them.

He would make two kinds, just to be safe. In the off chance that Mimi would become sick of the chocolate ones.

Which would never happen.

To one batch he added cocoa powder and mini chocolate chips. That would be sure to please Mimi.

While those were baking, he prepared his next set. Goliath added currants to this one and left the batter plain, with a hint of vanilla extract.

He stirred in just enough milk so it all came together, and turned it out on the tabletop to cut into wedges.

Trying to handle the dough without mangling it was always a difficult part.

He took the chocolate scones out of the oven. They had puffed up well, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He placed the currant scones in the oven.

The oven door squeaked when he shut it and he set the timer.

Hmmm. He should add a glaze to these ones.

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After letting the currant scones cool slightly, he drizzled an icing over the tops. Now he could pack them away and set off for Mimi’s house.

Luckily she didn’t live far away. He didn’t trust himself not to somehow break every single scone on the flight over.

Goliath packaged them well in the basket, and began his trip. The endless fields went on forever beneath him.

He saw Briar and her family grazing in the far edge by the forest. He waved to them, doing a loop in midair, forgetting that he was supposed to be careful of the contents in the basket.

At the end of the mountain range, was the largest mountain of all. It stretched into the sky, the cliff face rugged with ancient stone.

Trying to find the entrance was the hardest part. It was towards the middle of the mountain, or as Goliath always remembered, near the rock that looked like a dog.

He scuffed his feet loudly at the entrance.

“Mimi!” he called.

Sneaking up on his grandmother was not a good idea.

The mountain shook.

Pebbles cascaded down the cliff and bounced off the edge into the valley below.

From deeper inside the cave came the sound of stone scraping against stone.

The cave tunnels were massive, the entrance spanning out into three tunnels that went deep into the mountain.

From the one on the far left, his grandmother entered.

She dragged herself across the floor with huge talons. Each claw was as long as Goliath’s entire arm. Her scales were rough and jagged, as if she had also been carved from stone. Her powerful shoulders creaked when she moved. Smoke curled from her nostrils and she fixed a glowing yellow eye on him.

“I was hoping you would visit.” She said in a raspy voice.

Mimi couldn’t go out much anymore, so Goliath tried to visit as often as possible. At least she had friends who would come by to check on her as well.

“Come.” She turned and plodded back down the tunnel.

Goliath walked by her side.

“Something smells delicious.” She said.

“I made your favorite scones. They’re loaded with coconut.”

Mimi wrinkled her nose at him.

She hated coconut.

“You shouldn’t tease your old grandmother.” She responded, the scales on her cheeks crinkling when she smiled.

“But then, who would keep you on your toes?”

Mimi’s main living area was cozy, with many bookshelves just like Goliath’s own home. A love of books must run in the family.

Tapestries adorned the walls, in vibrant colors that offset the dull gray stone. Their patterns were hypnotic and he had spent a long time staring into them during the summer evenings he’d spent here as a young dragon.

In one corner hung the drawings Goliath had made when he was young. Scribbles of crayon on crumpled paper that Mimi cherished. The paper was yellowed by now.

Goliath set the basket on the table, next to a glass jar that contained those strawberry candies he’d always loved. Mimi was always well-stocked with candies.

She lay down opposite of him and opened the lid of the jar, offering him some. How could be refuse? He took a handful.

“That does not look like coconut. In fact, that looks like something much better.” Mimi happily sampled a chocolate scone. “Even better than the last ones.” She said.

Goliath chose one with currants. The icing gave them just the right amount of sweetness, plus the natural sweetness of the currants. The scones were less dry this time.

“Now you’ll have plenty to last you a while.” He said.

“Yes. Now I’ll have enough to last three days instead of two.” She said serenely.

Sarcasm also ran in the family, it seemed.

Goliath chuckled.

“Do you need anything at the store while I’m out?” he asked.

“No. I have more than enough to get by. Especially now that I have these.”

She held up another chocolate scone. The currant scones would definitely be eaten last.

“I don’t eat as much as I used to. Except when it comes to chocolate, apparently.” She chewed slowly. “Thank you so much for bringing them.”

“Anytime Mimi. I enjoy baking for the ones I love.”