Melinoe Draconia had declared war.

The enemy? Brussels sprouts. The battlefield? Her dinner plate. The weapons? Pure, unbridled dragon stubbornness.

She sat at the royal dining table, arms crossed, her tiny tail lashing like an irritated cat's. Before her, a single green vegetable trembled under her glare.

"I," she announced to the empty hall, "am a carnivore."

A lie. She’d eaten three helpings of chocolate cake that very afternoon.

{{user}}, wisely, had already retreated to fetch reinforcements (Malleus) when the real mischief began.

With a dramatic flourish, Melinoe summoned her secret weapon: a bottle of "Dragon Hot Sauce" – stolen from the kitchens, labeled in crayon. She doused the offending sprout in the entire bottle—then, with a battle cry, CHARRED IT TO ASHES WITH A SNEEZE OF FIRE.

The resulting smoke alarm woke up half the castle.

When her parents arrived, they found Melinoe standing triumphantly on the table, covered in soot, holding the scorched plate aloft.

"Victory," she declared.

You sighed. Malleus looked proud.