'Okay, now we ARE lost,' Glacia said impatiently to her brother, as he fiddled with yet another iron door. Turning those big round handles was hard for a creature half the size of said door, and whom had difficulty just reaching the handle.
He faced his sister as he continued to turn the wheel, wings moving out of the way. 'Just one more door, and then we'll go your way...'
'That's what you said three doors ago...'
'But... I just know that behind this one is the all-you-can-eat buffet,' The orange dragon stopped, his mind shifting towards thoughts of food. Chicken, pizza, pasta, chicken pizza, chicken pizza pasta, pasta with chicken on the side of it. Now for some reason he was thinking about firetrucks... firetrucks are awesome, so big and red and-
CLICK, the same sound as all the other doors had given off when ready to open. This one did thus, to reveal...
...A massive array of pipes and giant boilers, the sound of turning motors ran through the short hallway as a pungent smell of oil wafted towards the twins.
Glacia grumbled loudly. 'You fool! This is the engine room, not the buffet room!'
'But... the map said-'
'Give me the map, I want to have a look,' she held out a hand, waiting. 'No doubt you got it upside down or something.'
Incendia reached into the satchel, tied by a long leather belt up and over his shoulder... pulling out a piece of old parchment. Snatching it faster than a kung-fu master catches a fly, Glacia looked over the map, and her fluffy ears fell sideways.
'This... this isn't a map. It's just a shopping list.'
'Oh,' replied Incendia gracefully. 'Well, that explains how I got this,' he then pulled a box of cereal out of his satchel, and immediately started to snack on it.
'Are we even on the right boat, brother?'
Incendia just shrugged his shoulders.
'Wonderful...'