He just relaxes in the hot spring for a while. Eventually he pads out, shakes himself off and is seemingly quite rapidly dry again, and starts to head away. "Have a nice day, Luna!"

"You too!" she says cheerfully.

He goes down the other path to meet this dragon's sister.

In the firepit, half-buried in a pile of dimly glowing coals, a small dragon with glittering red scales appears to be taking a nap. Wisps of smoke issue from her nostrils, accompanied by rumbly little snores.

Hmm will she wake up if he just walks sort of loudly, paws clicking on the stone? Seems a bit rude to say something!

Alas, the snoozle continues.

"Hello," he says, somewhere between a whisper and normally.

A bright golden eye opens, and a small yawn ensues.

"Hi there!" the dragon says sleepily. She sounds younger than Luna, though maybe it's just the lingering effect of her nap. "Do you want to sit by me? I'm very warm."

"Sure. Actually, miss Luna thought you might like something back at my home- We call them Phoenix Flowers. Occasionally, they'll all burn up at once in a big burst and then grow back. It's really pretty."

"Aww, that does sound really nice!" She stretches out a wing, with a clatter of displaced coals, then tucks it back in again. "Do you think I could visit sometime? I hear other dungeons usually want people to fight them, and I don't want to do that..."

"If you just wanted to see the flowers and leave, I think that would be fine? I don't think we're going to be entirely peaceful, but we don't want to be always super mean either? The Big Guy told me I only have to fight people who seem mean."

"Well I definitely don't want to be mean!"

"If you want to visit some time I think it would be fine and not mean at all."

"Okay! I'll ask La Patissière about it."

"I'll look forward to your visit! I think I'll keep heading down for now though."

"The stairs are by the entrance!" she says helpfully. "Have fun!"

He waves goodbye, then goes back to the start of the cave zone and down the stairs.

The next level down, there is a small room, more finished and furnished than the cave above it.

A round purple teapot stands on a lacy paper doily in the middle of a small round table. Around it are three teacups sitting empty in their saucers, each with a differently sized chair for a visitor to sit at.

The teapot is making a quiet sound that goes something like fweet fweeeeet, but quickly stops when she hears footsteps on the stairs. Her ceramic belly sloshes with tea as she abruptly straightens into proper teapot posture.

He wags his tail. "Oho what's this? Is there another new friend to make here? Or just refreshments? My, how kind this place is."

The teapot leans questioningly towards a cup.

"Oh, thank you. I'll have some tea. Please forgive me if I don't know the right pleasantries!"

She pours, then hops back onto her doily. A pleasant fruity smell wafts from the cup.

Ankle Biter carefully, neatly laps at the tea.

It has a pleasant fruity taste, slightly sweet but not too strong. It's quite warm, but comfortably drinkable.

"This is lovely. Hihihi, I hate to be a critic as a guest, but have you considered something cinnamony? Chai, perhaps?"