"Ugh, I’m so tire-…" The Prussian snapped his eyes back open as the knocking echoed through the house.
"That better not be Lutz," he huffed getting up out of his chair and going to the front door.
"Gilen! Come on I made your favorite cake!" She knocked again.
"Oh man… I don’t want to get up but… Cake…"
"You don’t have to invite me in….if you don’t want! I could just give it to you and leave."
don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot
fire cannot kill a dragon