My idiot brother - wait, sorry, that totally fails to disambiguate - Theodore imported sixteen baby dragons and they're outside if you'd like to come see them.

"Oh wow baby dragons!"

"Hmm?"

"Theodore imported baby dragons! They're in the back yard!" She hops up.

Outside they go!

"Oh wow hi babies!!!" exclaims Amriac, picking up the nearest baby dragon.

This is not super safe for people who are not indestructible; he hangs back. "Nice."

"Aren't they?"

"Have they got names?"

"Yeah of course Timothy'd murder me."

"I would not, then you'd be a daeva and that would definitely not make my life easier in any respect."

He sings the song with the names!

"Awwww, which one have I got?" Scritch scritch baaaaby draaaagon.

"That's Jedediah!"

He scritches happily back and then breathes fire at her.

She blocks it from getting on her clothes with one wing. "Baaaaby," she coos. "How big does this kind get? What kind are they?"

"Antipodean Opaleye, they'll have a wingspan of forty cubits or so fully grown."

"How long is a cubit?"

"In whats?"

"Half a meter," says Minor wearily.

"You're gonna be sooooo big!" Amriac tells Jedediah.

Jedediah snorts delightedly and wraps his tail around her and nips at her wing. Apparently he thinks it's tasty because he keeps doing that.

It's numb. She doesn't mind. "Baaaaby draaaaagon!"

(He goes back inside.)

He tries to get Mingling's song to rhyme in English.

Dragons go swimming and eat demonic animals and one kind starts building itself a nest. 

"They like lightweight rocks - soapstone, pumice - you could make some in piles, varying sizes, and then she'll find the ones she wants. For enrichment. Mix in a couple other things - oh, and driftwood -"