After centuries of endless clashes, the dragons have finally heard Dark Cacao Cookie’s impassioned speech about balance, unity, and the price of avarice... That did not mean they stopped fighting.

The Black Dragon and White Dragon coil in midair, glaring at a single toasted s’more on a platter.

"Pfft. You always take the last marshmallow. This one’s MINE. I saw it first!" The Black Dragon protests first.

"Oh, really? Because I distinctly recall you burning the last three." The White Dragon retorts. This was... far from the clashes one would expect from the legendary dragons.