Cyrus slumped onto the debris-covered couch, his shoulders sagging under the weight of what had just transpired.
The molten red in his eyes flickered like dying embers.
Mochi disappeared from the backroom. He returned moments later carrying three plastic cups of bubble tea, complete with oversized straws.
"Here we go," he announced cheerfully, as if his shop hadn't just been decimated by draconic fury.
"One jasmine for the angry dragon, one roasted milk tea for snake boy, and classic milk tea for me."
He handed Cyrus the green concoction, then offered the second cup to Ginsei.
Ginsei stared at the cat spirit in disbelief. "You're... bringing us bubble tea? After he just torched half your inventory?"
Mochi shrugged, slurping his drink with characteristic enthusiasm. A tapioca pearl shot up his straw.
"It's no big deal. Scaley Daddy's money can more than cover the damages." He gestured at the wreckage with surprising nonchalance.
