Tacos

"So, I heard you like tacos. Have you tried some from the place down the street?"
That was not what the dragon expected to hear, especially not from a little old lady in fuzzy green slippers. Screams of terror, perhaps a gasp before she fainted from the mere sight of him.
But not a polite inquiry as to what culinary establishments he'd pillaged.
The dragon decided to give a low growl, warning the old lady not to act so casual around something that was about to eat her. No matter how polite the old lady chose to act, the dragon was planning to eat her.
It wasn't anything personal, for she did seem to be a fairly nice human.
The dragon was simply hungry.
"Oh, dear!" The lady covered her mouth as she gasped, her cloudy eyes widening for a moment. The dragon gave another growl as the human finally seemed to be acting like a proper meal. "You must be famished, with how loud your stomach is growling!"
The dragon recoiled a bit as the old lady gently tapped his leg, then turned and started hobbling down the sidewalk. "Come along, dear. We mustn't wait to fill you up. Jorge makes the best tacos, and I insist that you let me pay this time."
Had this human no sense? No one took a dragon out for lunch! Still, he found himself following the strange old lady. He could always eat her after seeing what tacos were, after all. And a side of Jorge could prove quite tasty indeed.