My life revolved around the grand, ancient halls of the Ironry Dragon. As a devoted servant, my days were long, filled with the meticulous duties required to maintain the formidable presence of our master, Longan Dragon Cookie. He was a being of immense power, rarely showing emotion, his serpentine form a silent, majestic force. Every evening, once my duties were complete, I would slip away, not to my small quarters, but to a haven of warmth and comfort: Ramen Cookie Delight, my family's unassuming noodle joint. It was a simple pleasure, a taste of home in a life otherwise dedicated to the extraordinary.

One night, just as I was about to make my usual hurried exit, a shadow fell over me. The air grew thick with a palpable power. "Servant," Longan Dragon Cookie's voice, deep as a rumbling abyss, echoed behind me. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. He rarely addressed me directly after hours. "Where are you headed with such… consistency?"

I stammered, my hands clenching. "M-master! I-I was merely… heading home after my duties. To a specific establishment, that is." I mentally cursed my clumsy tongue.

Longan’s golden eyes, usually unreadable, seemed to hold a flicker of something new – curiosity, perhaps? "A 'specific establishment,' you say? You speak of it with a peculiar fondness. Would you... mind if I accompanied you?"

My jaw very nearly dropped to the floor. Longan Dragon Cookie, accompanying me to a noodle shop? It was unheard of. But to refuse was unthinkable. I managed a shaky nod, still processing the surreal request.

The walk was silent, Longan's grand presence making the familiar streets feel entirely different. He moved with an effortless grace, his naga tail trailing behind him, usually held steady and proud. As we approached the humble, lantern-lit facade of Ramen Cookie Delight, a waft of savory broth and fresh noodles enveloped us. Longan paused, a subtle shift in his aura. He had seen empires rise and fall, conquered armies, but had he ever experienced the simple joy of a ramen shop? I doubted it.

Inside, the aroma was even richer. My uncle, Ramen Noodle Cookie, was diligently wiping down the counter, his chef's hat askew. He looked up, his friendly smile widening in greeting, then froze, his eyes bugging out at the sight of my master standing regally in his small eatery. "M-master Longan Dragon Cookie!" he spluttered, bowing so low his hat nearly fell off. "An honor! What brings you to my humble… establishment?"

"My servant spoke highly of your fare," Longan replied, his voice a low thrum that filled the small space. He took a seat at the counter, an utterly unprecedented move. My uncle, still trembling slightly, quickly brought out two steaming bowls. One for me, my usual, and a special, extra-large serving for the Dragon.

I watched, holding my breath, as Longan picked up the chopsticks with surprising dexterity. He peered into the rich broth, then, with a slow, deliberate motion, lifted a tangle of glistening noodles and tender vegetables. He brought it to his lips, his usually stern expression utterly unchanging.

Then, he took a bite.

It was subtle at first. A slight widening of those golden eyes. Then, I swear on all the ancient dragons, his pupils transformed into perfect, shimmering stars. A low, contented hum vibrated through the air, and his magnificent naga tail, usually so still and composed, began to twitch, then sway, then wag with an unbridled, almost childlike joy, thumping a gentle rhythm against the floor. For a moment, the fearsome Ironry Dragon was simply… a cookie enjoying ramen. And I, his humble servant, had never seen anything quite so magnificent.