Chapter 7

Chapter 7 "Grilled cheese?" Princess Pulverizer asked with surprise a few minutes later. "You use your fire-breathing ability to make grilled cheese?" Dribble nodded and let out another blast of fire. He gently turned the sandwich with his foot to make sure it was evenly toasted on both sides.

"Not just grilled cheese," Lucas corrected her. "The greatest grilled cheese sandwiches you will ever taste in any kingdom. He's an amazing chef." "I've never heard of a dragon who was a chef before," Princess Pulverizer said. "I've never heard of a princess who wanted to go to Knight School before," Dribble replied.

Princess Pulverizer scowled. He had her there. "Try a sandwich," Lucas told her. "How do I know this evil dragon didn't poison it?" Princess Pulverizer asked. Dribble looked at her sadly. "I'm not evil." He let some wind out from under his tail—and a terrible smell filled the air. "Excuse me," he apologized. "I'm gassy. But I'm not evil," he insisted. "Dribble wouldn't poison anyone," Lucas assured Princess Pulverizer. "You take a bite first," the princess ordered Lucas. "Be my royal taster." "If you say so," Lucas said with a shrug. He broke off a piece of the sandwich and popped it into his mouth. "Mmmm... Limburger cheese. My favorite." "Limburger is so smelly," Princess Pulverizer complained. "Why not cheddar?" "Because limburger cheese is what I have in my knapsack," Lucas said. "Try it. You'll like

it." Princess Pulverizer wasn't so sure. But she was hungry. And grilled cheese was definitely a step up from gruel. So the princess took a bite. "Mmmm...," she said. "This is delicious." "I told you so," Dribble said. "I'm going to be a chef one day." "The other dragons in your lair are lucky to have you," Princess Pulverizer told him. Another giant tear slid down Dribble's face. "What did I say now?" Princess Pulverizer demanded. "It's just that the other dragons don't want Dribble in their lair," Lucas explained. "They don't think dragons should use their fire- breathing for good. So they kicked him out." Princess Pulverizer looked at Lucas and Dribble. "You two are a real pair of misfits, aren't you?" she said. "What about you?" Dribble asked. "What about me?" she countered.

"Were you wandering around with a bunch of other princesses when you were captured?" Dribble asked her. "No," she replied. "I'm doing this quest all on my own." "So, basically, you don't fit in, either," Dribble suggested. Hmmm... He has a point. Princess Pulverizer took another bite of her sandwich. "This tastes really great, Dribble," she said. "Even if it does smell stinky."

"Stinky cheese is the best," Lucas told her. "The stinkier the better." Suddenly, the ogre's grunts rang through the castle. "SOMETHING SMELLY!" "I don't know what he's complaining about," Princess Pulverizer said. "Has he smelled his pits lately?" "NO LIKE SMELLY!" the ogre bellowed. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. "Uh-oh!" Lucas cried out. "He's on his way up here." Sob! Sob! "No more crying!" the princess warned him angrily. "B-b-but the ogre sounds really angry," Lucas said. "He might hurt us. Or worse." "Don't worry," Princess Pulverizer told them. "That ogre won't get near us!" "Who's going to stop him?" Dribble asked her. Princess Pulverizer looked from the lily-livered knight-in-training to the gassy, not-at