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[Oh there he is. Scruffy faced. Slurping on a straw.]

Okay. I'll bite. What did you bring me?

[Slurp.]

Why do you people always come unprepared to be hosted?

[He'll even act offended, Dr. Manners right here.]

[ooc; come at him, bro. Any trauma will be forgotten. Let's do this. Ttly backdate friendly!]

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[vicodincrutch]

Behold. I conjure fire.

[And he pulls the little trigger on the aim and flame. Fire comes from the small top. He puts it on a higher setting.]

You're welcome.

[Whether or not the dragon can do it on its own, well, they'll find out in a second. Isn't there some sort of a rule that magic can't always be transferred? There is now. It's not House's fault. Goddamn magic.]

[dracolich]

[ The dragon stares.

And stares.

And then growls. ]

That's not magic.

[vicodincrutch]

It's what I got. Also it's free.

[dracolich]

[ There's another growl and a lash of her tail (which, thankfully, doesn't break anything) before she raises herself up on her back legs, front legs resting against the building.

Dragon head at your window, House. ]

Bring it here.