“I’ll have more of the chamomile,” Ankylosaur said, holding up her dainty foot with Portmerion cup.

The human servant poured and bowed. “May it please you,” he said.

T-Rex gnashed its jaws indicating it wanted another chicken salad sandwich. Another human rushed around the table to serve it, trying not to remind T-Rex of its short arms.

Velociraptor skittered through the ham salad, too impatient to wait for the human.

“Really, so hard to get good help these days,” Coeolocanth burbled.

“Indeed,” Brontosaurus agreed. “But these cucumber sandwiches are marvelous!”