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*Expression stoic, she regards him warily.*

I suppose I must, given what I did earlier.

Hmph.

*A grin crossing his face, he lowers his ~~weapons~~ hands.*

Is that an apology?

Of sorts. Possibly. Though I do not regret even one snowball.

*She catches his hands and smirks, pulling him forward. A second later, she drops them and tickles him.*

Hey!

*He's laughing, though, even as he squirms.*

I should report you. I'm quite close to the head of security, I'll have you know.

Oh? Quite close are you? In distance or something else entirely? *She giggles, tugging on his shirt.* Could be closer.

Okay, I'll stop.

Now.

*Adam can't help but look skeptical.*

How do I know you'll hold to your word?

*Meanwhile, he's pulling the head of security quite close indeed.*

*She kisses him, a satisfied purr working its way up her throat.*

I promise. You're entirely too warm, and I don't want to be knocked off your lap by your helpless flailing.

Nope. You're staying right here.

*It's possible he sounds peacefully smug about this.*

*She blows on her hands to warm them and drops her head on his shoulder, smiling.*

They seem happy, don't they?

Lucy and Caspian? They do. I'm happy for them.

*Lifting her head a little, she kisses his jaw.*

No, though they do, and I am happy for them as well.

But I meant the dragons.

Oh, god.

Now, don't begrudge them happiness just because your underwear has apparently been ritualistically sacrificed.

*Blinking innocently, she smiles.*

It's a sign of affection, really. Maybe.

I don't begrudge them their happiness. I begrudge them-

Okay, first? Promise me. No more pets. Right?

Ever?

*Alarmed, Alanna furrows her brow.*

But what happens if one of them dies?

No, not ever.

*As tempting as it may be to say so.*

But, say, the immediate future. Given nothing happening to any of the current pets.

Unless it's the urchin.

*reasonably* But it's purple.

*Alanna is more than a little suspicious. Therefore she shifts in his lap and looks him in the eye.*

I feel it would be prudent to point out that I am not responsible for the urchin. Or Puff, really, though I welcomed her gladly.

*Because, DRAGON.*

Yes, Adam. I realize we are nearing the breaking point, space wise.

Okay.

Good. Thank you.

Because there's going to be a baby dragon.

*Or two. Or more! Don't tell Adam.*

*Alanna's whole face lights up.*

REALLY?!?! Puff? And Lockheed? Goddess, that's WONDERFUL.

*This is possibly not the reaction Adam was hoping for.*

*quietly*

Alanna.

How long? Do we know how long? Is she okay? Does Kitty know?

*Still beaming, she tugs on his shirt again, effectively rocking him back and forth in her excitement.*

I wonder what color it will be.

*Adam wraps his arms tighter, trying to calm her down. Or at least keep her from fidgiting quite so much.*

Alanna!

Yes?

*She gives him an odd look, then smiles.*

You promised.

*Her face falls a little, and she sighs.*

But...

*She did promise, and although she knows it's silly to think about keeping another dragon... PUFF is PREGNANT. What if it's purple? Frowning, she leans her forehead against his shoulder and refuses to look at him.*

No space. I know.