No, you are very prompt. [ He gets a smile, but her attention shifts too quickly to the dragon clinging to his shoulder. Transfixed, she rises - a hand reaching out (maybe too tentatively, for a mother of dragons) toward the creature. Her hand stops just an inch or two away. ] Has he grown at all, since you have had him?
[ Things she's supposed to be finding out. A complaint was submitted. ]
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[ Things she's supposed to be finding out. A complaint was submitted. ]