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[deserved_it]

Hey, candy!

There's a pop, as might be made by someone going from teenage-boy-sized to small-dog-sized.

Well, small-dog-sized. Small-dragon-shaped, though, wings, claws, and all.

There's a surprised SQUAWK, and then an outraged one as Eustace gets a look at the note inside the candy wrapper, accompanied by a puff of flame and smoke.

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[prydeful]

"Hey ssssexy," Lockheed says in passing.

He is a Taken Dragon.

But he can still flirt.

[deserved_it]

Eustace flails, and hisses at Lockheed.

. . . He can't TALK, either.

How do you say "Bugger" in Dragon?

[prydeful]

It's all about the tail swish, in Dragon, you know?

Ooo, feisty.

His lady love, however, does wait for him.

Still. He grins. Ish. It's hard to grin with a beak-type face. "Cat gotsss your tongue?" Taunting. He is proud of knowing the human speak.

[deserved_it]

Eustace hisses again, and makes a rude gesture that still works fairly well with claws.

Tail-swishing nothing. This is tail-lashing. Passing patrons should look out for their ankles.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy comes downstairs, humming a bit to herself, and stops up short.

"Oh, no," she says. "Absolutely not. I am not getting married."

[deserved_it]

Hey, look! Someone he knows!

. . . Now, does he flee in humliation or see if she can help?

Decisions, decisions.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy waves one hand at him.

"Shoo."

Before someone rescues her. Please.

[deserved_it]

He jumps up to sit on a nearby table, and waves a slightly frantic wing at her.

[last_king]

Over by the fire, the squawk and the puff of flame get the attention of a Narnian king, who turns, one hand on the hilt of his new sword.

It's...a small dragon. Bloody hell.

[deserved_it]

Eustace, glaring at the note, hops up onto the table with a flap of wings and glares around the bar for the culprit.

[last_king]

Oh, it's an angry small dragon. Even better.

Tirian approaches, one hand still on his sword hilt, the other held out in what's intended to be a peacemaking gesture.

"Dragon, can you speak or understand me?"

[deserved_it]

. . . Oh, wonderful.

He waves a wing in what he hopes is a friendly way.

And then, aware of the sword, nods hastily.