Barca was not a dainty eater. She didn't much care about stains on her clothes, or a mess on the table, or even on anyone sitting near her. She belched long and loudly. She picked at her teeth with her fingers. Sitting at the corner most seat of the tables, she even had her feet propped up on the edge of the table. Zero table manners. Negative table manners, even, so it was hardly surprising that there was plenty of space around her at the tables.
When it looked like someone might be planning to sit down next to her, she let out a ridiculously large, open-mouthed belch, then smirked, apparently rather pleased with her own lack of decorum.
Let me guess: Horrifying people in the dining hall again? Brynth asked, picking up on her mean-spirited good mood. You're better than that, Barca. You know if you tried every now and then, people might actually like you?
'If my enjoyment of food is enough to put them off, I wouldn't want them as a friend anyway,' Barca shot back. 'Besides, have you seen how you eat? You're not one to lecture me on manners, boyo.'
I'm a dragon. It's different.
Barca let out a scoff and took a hearty bite from a wherry leg, the juice dribbling down her chin. "Yeah, whatever," she mumbled to herself.