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// Dragon's Tastes 
// Story: Itty-Bitty Bite Size Stories 
// by gallagsp the corgi 
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	Rarity watched with mild curiosity as Spike dug up the earth to uncover more precious gems. She watched as he grabbed the jewels from the earth and looked longingly at them before throwing them into the wagon. More than once he needed to wipe the drool from his chin because his mouth was watering so badly.

"Alright, dear, that's enough for today." Rarity said, breaking spike out of another gem-filled daydream. "Let's head home, its getting late."

"Yes ma'am!" Spike said, wiping the dirt off his claws and grabbing the wagon handle, he began to pull it back towards town. 

"Spike," Rarity said. "Why is it that dragons like valuable materials so much?"

"I don't know, they just taste good." Spike said. "Really, they kind of taste like pony foods, or at least they do to dragons. To ponies they probably taste like rocks."

"So what would say, a ruby taste like?"

"Depends. What kind of ruby are we talking about? Fire rubies actually taste a bit like cinnamon, while regular rubies are more cherry flavored."

"Is there really that much of a difference between gems of the same family?"

"Sort of. Jungle Emeralds are more grainy than regular emeralds, but rubies have the biggest difference."

"And what about sapphire?"

"Blueberry."

"Diamond? Topaz?"

"Diamond in its purest form isn't really conceivable to taste, legend says only dragons who have found immortality can taste it, but topaz tastes like buttered popcorn. Really, the more rare the gem, the more of a rarer taste it has, if You can understand what I'm saying. Some of them are actually pretty terrible, like quartz just tastes really bitter, impurities in that only mask the flavor a tiny bit..."

Rarity listened while spike talked. She was interested in this concept, and she wanted to know all she could about it, after all, eventually she would have to choose Spike as her special somedragon, she was just waiting until he got a bit older and understood the world a little better.

But she knew he had good taste.