Elena and Ana looked each other in the eyes, confused.

"Isn't that tea you made?" Elena asked.

"It's black tea, princess," Ana responded.

'Maybe dragons don't like tea; I hope I haven't offended him,' Elena thought, her face were flushed.

Elvis noticed her worried expression and quickly said, "Sorry about that, I am not used to this kind of tea; from where I came from, tea is just the combo of milk and chocolate powder with hot water."

"Oh, yes, some people call it hot chocolate as well back on earth; I guess different teas for different countries and cultures,' he reasoned.

"Eh, what's cho-em-co-late?" Elena inquired; that word seemed to spike her interest.

"Ah, don't worry about that," Elvis said, rubbing his nose.

"Where did you come from? You said earlier, from where you came from," and Elena asked another curious question.

'What's with these questions? It feels like I am being interrogated by the police.'

"Did I? It's nothing, that's just me spewing out nonsense. Why did