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"Of course he is," Mistral says, who is of the belief so far that Red and Kitty are the smartest pets he's acquired. Due to his ignoring anything the locals of that world have to say about dragons, he's completely missed that one of the two shouldn't really be considered a 'pet'.

As for Red, he's a little amused by what Mordred said. He's picking up words fast, though he hasn't tried saying them yet and sometimes he misses turns of phrase or idiom. But he does know friends aren't for tasting or eating! Friends are the ones who help you find things to eat and shiny things to keep.

*Mordred notices and laughs.* Not that kind of taste, dragonling; 'tis just a turn o' phrase.

Blaze chuckles at this. He and Mistral have both suspected for a while that Red understands more of what they say than the usual 'pet', though neither of them are close to figuring out just how intelligent Red is (or will be) yet. Arashi has been stubbornly fighting that realization until now, and Blaze can't help a little amusement at his sibling's expense.

"Hmph," Arashi refolds his wings. "Well, at least we know he doesn't plan on eating any of us yet."

Red wriggles, finding that even more amusing. Baby he might still be, but he's smart enough to know that eating the ones bringing you food and sometimes shiny things would be stupid. He likes the shiny things, and he's learning really fast which shiny things are actually good to keep and which are just shiny and pretty but not really 'valuable' by most standards. Not that he thinks he'll ever give up his colored glass and prism mobile. When the light hits it right it puts rainbows and sparkles everywhere and he can watch it for hours...

"Well, of course not, Arashi," Mistral grumbles, and pets the edge of one of Red's wings. "He doesn't have any reason to eat us. Red's a good baby dragon..." If he was going to say anything else it's cut off as the baby suddenly whips a wing over the short Waltz and practically knocks him off his feet for a cuddle.

You give him food and hugs and shiny things, what's not ta like? Even the glass shiny things are entertaining. *Grin.* Something about a prism mobile? That must be very pretty indeed.

Mistral is currently unable to answer on account of being half under a dragon and giving said dragon scritches under the chin. Despite how enthuiastic about this the little dragonlet seems, Red is actually being very gentle - for a baby dragon - with the short Waltz. After all, Waltzes have hollow bones and fragile bird wings. That Mistral isn't in a full body cast yet proves that Red has more restraint than is initially obvious to most.

Blaze chuckles though, remembering getting the mobile. It had been a pretty thing, and Red had liked it. Blaze sees nothing wrong in indulging in pretty things, though that's only to be expected from the Waltz most likely to be found wearing nice dresses instead of robes and colorful ribborns around his hat. He's also the most likely to be presumed female because of that, which has lead to some occasional awkward explanations.

It's Arashi that ends up answering for the Trio. "Well, he is a dragon. Hoarding shiny things is something I've heard of almost every dragon doing..." The only exceptions he can think of are the fire lizards sometimes seen in the Nexus, and he wouldn't be surprised if they do still collect shinies and he just hasn't heard about it. No one in their home village has one, after all.

*Mordred will help with the dragon scritching, because why not.*

Much like humans, then. Human an' all others as like money, ta speak the truth.

My home could likely use more pretty things . . .

And Red is a happy baby dragon.

"Well, money is a useful thing to have," Blaze says. "Though mostly because having it can lead to having power and influence. Dragons, though... reportedly they just like sleeping on it."

There's a little 'pfft' from Red that might be a chuckle.

"Hmph, even that makes sense for a dragon," Mistral counters, managing to wriggle free a bit. "Metal coins are durable and have good heat dispersion, and to an adult dragon they wouldn't be uncomfortably lumpy... more like those fancy pillows with the seeds in them."

Havin' a pillow at all be more fancy than I've often had, but I ken thy meanin' well enough.

Be this young one still too small for such?

"If he is, I don't think he will be for long," Arashi says. He's not at all sure how fast dragons grow, but he does have concerns about how big this one of Mistral's pets might get. Still, Mistral manages the rest of them well enough - not that Arashi's going to say that. The shortest Waltz doesn't need any encouragement to collect more pets, in Arashi's opinion.

"Don't worry about that," Mistral says, half to the dragon in an indulgent tone. "By the time he's big enough, we'll have a nice little hoard for him to nap on." Granted, a lot of it at the start might be the regional equivalent of pennies, but even dragons have to start somewhere.

I'm sure it will be very fine indeed.

A sleepy Red yawns, showing an impressive amount of sharp teeth, before curling up with Mistral 'trapped' in the middle. Kitty looks over from where she's been washing a paw ever since the dragonlet got too squirmy to use as a kitty perch and considers that he's now calming down... she soon joins the pileup. Looks like it will soon be naptime for those two.

*Mordred smiles at them.* Praps I could join thee?

Red's already too asleep to say one way or the other, and Kitty just gives Mordred a look that clearly says she doesn't care, so long as he remembers that these are hers. Then she goes back to washng the tip of a tentacle.

"You might as well," Mistral says, in a tone that sounds a bit grouchy but doesn't at all mean it. "I'm not going anywhere for a while." This isn't the first time he's been stuck in a pet pile. Not by a long shot.

"I'm going to go see about more supplies," Arashi says. There's no need for him to stick around, and a trip to the Nexus Mall was needed after their last adventure.

"I think I'll come with you," adds Blaze. He likes to window-shop if nothing else, and honestly the smell from those shambling mounds over there is kind of disgusting in his opinion.

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*He laughs.* No you aren't, not at this rate. I'm be nice and not become a spider on thee.

"Hmph, good," Mistral says, trying to get as comfortable as possible given his current status as a Dragonlet's Teddy Bear.

You are most welcome, sai.