"If they are soft presents you could pile them on my bed and I could sleep on them like a dragon. Could I be a dragon?"

"You may be a dragon."

"Raaaar."

"Adorable little dragonet," giggle Lynn.

"Maybe when I'm big I'll grow scales and wings and breathe fire!"

"That'll be fun, certainly. Fire outside only, please."

"But I could roast my own tomatoes and stuff."

"Okay, only little amounts of fire inside the house, and only when supervised."

"But this is when I'm big and grown up that I will breathe fire."

"If you have your own house by that point you may breathe fire in it all you want."

Astrid giggles and hugs her.

Lynn hugs her back, snickering.