"—hi, Zaneta. Can I get back to kicking Moira's ass please?"

"And how might we rephrase that question?"

"...can I get back to kicking Moira's hiney please?"

"Sure can." 

She throws him vaguely in Moira's direction.

He flips in the air and lets out a battle cry.

He collides with Moira, sending her falling towards the beach, giggling.

"Rrrraaaaaaa!"

"And where were you today," says a voice from above them.

He looks up from where he has Moira pinned. "Playing video games!"

"Sounds boring."

"I was a dragon."

"Make-believe kaiju?"

"Don't be petty, Michael."

"I don't see you eating any innocent children for breakfast."

"...Why'd ya wanna do that?"

"Because they're tasty," he says, grinning in a way that'd show off sharpened canines if he had them.

Michael bares his fangs. 

"...I want fangs too!"

"Wrong species."

"I'll figure out how to make them."

"You don't look like the figuring out kinda kid."

"Yes well you don't look like the fangs kinda kid. Wanna trade?"

"For what, boring old humanity? And I am so the fangs kind of kid."

He shrugs. "Whatever." Then he looks at Moira and grins. "I win."

"Yeah."