Hah, no, sorry. Dragon totally trumps art set. Dragon trumps pretty much anything.

[Except maybe a kiss or something from a certain redhead who was looking at him with green eyes and an adorable smile.]

Maybe I'll name him Zeke. Or something draconian. I don't know yet. You'll let me know, right, buddy?

[There was now a dragon making its way from his hand up his arm, deciding that his shoulder was the place it was going to be, thank you. A tail stronger than it look half-coiled around his neck as it made itself at home. Stiles was close to bouncing.]