A wondrous scent filled the drakari's nostrils. He shuffled slightly in his bed, trying to shake of the odor and get more sleep. Unfortunately for him Petram, his familiar, also had an interest in the smell and began to crawl out of his pocket.

"Hey don't go crawling off on your own now you hear?" The drake grumbled sitting up and grabbing his companion gently. "I guess since you're interested too it won't do us any harm to go explore and see what's going on" he muttered placing the little stone into his front pouch. It wasn't particularly early in the morning; the wyrm simply enjoyed sleeping as there wasn't much else for him to do during these lonely times. He had still yet to meet very many of the other members. Alyssa he would get passing glances at as she ran back and forth from her rooms. He was annoyed with the fact he hadn't gotten the chance to speak with Leona. The only person for him to really chat with was Vincent, and even then the book worm spent most of his time locked away.

Cerock decided to hop out of bed and investigate the strange aroma that was filling his room. He sighed walking out into the hallway and locking the door behind him. "What on earth? Is that coming from the kitchen...?" he wondered a loud. His familiar companion quickly poked his head out, excited to discover the source of the scent. The Drakari wandered down the hall from his resting place, room 23, and managed to find his way to the kitchen/mess hall.

"Oh hey there Cerock" Vincent commented noticing his amber friend wandering into the kitchen. "Smell the grub?" he chimed setting down the large plate of strange food on the table.

"What on earth is it?" Cerock questioned, coming closer and inspecting the enigma of a dish lying before him.

"Pizza!" Vincent chimed once again. He seemed proud of his work. The drake gave the scholar a confused look. "Oh just try some..." he trailed off cutting the circular dish into eight slices. He held a piece in his hands, offering it to drake.

Cerock took the triangular slice of bread and cheese carefully. He leaned forward sniffing the food, and Petram suddenly stuck out his head and managed to nip off a bit of the food from his hands. The familiar made a strange sound of joy and leaned forward for more. Petram certainly liked whatever it was. He shrugged giving a little more to the pebble of a pet before taking a bite himself. The food made his mouth instantly water, filling his taste buds with a delicious combination of tomato sauce, bread, and cheese. His amber eyes grew wide with enjoyment as he quickly took another bite. It was delicious.