"..."
"PWUAHAHAHAHA!"
"No. No, seriously?!"
"Grrrrrr!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
"I'm so sorry, My Lord! I really didn't mean to react like this," Riley wheezed, clutching his stomach as he fought to keep himself from howling any louder. He knew he was risking his life laughing like this at a dragon, but the sight before him was simply too much.
Oh, wait—he probably wouldn't get toasted anymore, right? Probably.
Still, he turned toward the nearest wall, pressing his forehead against it to try to smother his laughter. It didn't help. The moment he dared to look back at Kael and Orien, the snort returned, and he was gone again.
"Uncle! I think you should find a way to toast him! Look at him!" Orien snarled—except to any poor soul hearing this for the first time, the threat would have sounded downright adorable.
