"No sweet ingredients, I got no ideas," Truffle shrugged. "You're back in the spotlight today, Moss!"
The Tundra dragon scratched his fuzzy chin thoughtfully. Hmm, keep the wings intact, eh? Those leaves will stain anything they touch...
He got a strange thought to combine all the ingredients, then snapped his claws. "Alright, it'll be a little unconventional, but I'm thinking of making a multi-meat paella seasoned with scrubleaves... so it'll turn out BLUE!"
Truffle stared at him with a raised brow, but didn't object. "And the wings...? They make a pretty garnish, though our dish will look like a sprite made it."
"And doesn't that fit the Mistral spirit? Wings where they don't belong!" Moss cheered, then set to work.
The pair began by plucking, scaling, and cleaning the meat ingredients, with butterfly wings carefully set aside. The bird and fish were chopped into bite-size cubes along with extra onions, garlic, tomatoes, chilies, and herbs, then everything was tossed into a sizzling pan. A splash of white wine brought the flavors together, then it was time to cook some rice and meats.
Moss allowed the mixture to roast for a minute, then poured in some broth with Truffle's help; unfortunately for her, this was mostly a one-dragon effort kind of meal, but at least she'd gotten to shine the day before.
She twiddled her thumbs over the bowl of tiny butterflies and their dissected wings while the pan was brought to a boil, then flicked her tail in delight when it was finally time to place the little insect bodies into the mix. "Smells delicious, Moss!"
"It only gets yummier from here, now we just drop in some scrub-" He reached over her for a few of the leaves, rubbed them between his claws to release the juices inside, then tossed them in and turned down the heat with a cover. "-And we wait for the juices to simmer down into the rice while the bugs cook. I love paella, it's so simple!"
Half an hour later Moss removed the lid with a plume of steam, taking in the strange sight of bright blue rice and the unexpectedly lovely fragrance that came with it. "Ahh, this smell will be a good memory. Time to plate up!"
"Not without some fresh lemon and our buggy bits!" Truffle dashed over with a large dish, slices of citrus she'd cut up while waiting, and the precious wings she'd proudly kept herself from eating.
She scooped the contents of the pan into the bowl, then arranged glassy wings around the rim for a rainbowy flair. The whole thing shone like a crystal, and looked like something straight out of a fantasy book.