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[iwhinny4dragons]

Sam was running in circles and laughing with the dragon Ray Kowalski had given him, as well as the real dragon they'd brought from home, on a lead tied to a tree. It was a lighter night than some of the jungle evenings had been, and not cool but at least there was a breeze

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[sir_samuel]

Vimes didn't sit still much, and he wasn't quiet very often. He'd blame it on the job, sure, but the fact of the matter was that he just wasn't very good at doing nothing. At what normal people* called relaxing.

Somehow, tonight, he'd gotten talked into it. It probably had a lot to do with Young Sam.

He had been leaning his elbows against his knees, but he sat up sharply as Sybil spoke. "What? Are you ser-" He watched Young Sam and blinked a few times. "Bloody hells."

When had that happened?

*Generally defined as not-coppers, though it sometimes got as specific as not-Sam-Vimes*

[iwhinny4dragons]

"A three year old," Sybil marveled quietly ,and then smiled over at Sam. "He'll be reading that book to you, soon."

[sir_samuel]

"Mmmph." Vimes blinked a few times more and shook his head. "Not sure how I feel about that." There was a beat, and then he added, perfectly serious, "There should be a law."

[iwhinny4dragons]

"Perhaps you can make one, dear," Sybil said, reaching over to gently pat his hand.

"Dragon-fly!" Sam called out, pointing to a large blue insect hovering higher up on a flowering, glossy plant.