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So, I guess I should probably actually tell people about this...

(although I already told the professor.)

I've got a new pet. His name is Lockheed, and he's very cute and very sweet and really not dangerous. Just very hungry, and pretty curious. He came back from Asgard with Jamie in what turns out to have been an egg and he only just hatched last night so he's really just a baby and again, I stress this, not dangerous, no matter what 'Yana may think. Also, he's got a very prestigous lineage, what with being Fafnir's grandson.

Well, we think he's his grandson. Although, Ms. Bartlet, if you'd be willing to help us find out? Jamie didn't know how to sex a dragon.

Jamie says his father could breath fire, but I haven't seen that yet so I don't know, but I promise, Mr. Marko, that I won't let anything happen.

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S'long as it's not pure terror, we're all good.

Have fun in the outside world!

Gee. Thanks. Your concern is overwhelming, both of you. I'm glad I'm entertaining you.

Come have some tea, chere.

Kitty, congratulations on the new arrival. Watch him if he gets the hiccups, though.

I'm trying to hunt Madelyn and Shan down to drag them out for something a little harder than that. They're being difficult to find.

Rora makes a good point, chere. ...no pun intended. Mon dieu, I hate English sometimes.

You're human, Paul! A mutant with pointy ears as a physical aspect of their mutation does not compare to a damned dragon! Am I the only one who comprehends this?!

Human is a relative term, Cecilia. And I suppose that a dragon is not the oddest thing I've seen on this planet, nor is it the oddest thing I've been friends with.

The creature is here so he's obviously real and possible. Right? He's small, he's cute, I am assuming he won't eat my cat or chase my car. God knows we can't send the little fellow back. What is possible and what is even normal is so far beyond the realm of what any of us experience in a lifetime, chere. Why not be happy that there are so many fascinating things you don't yet know? Why does it all have to be frightening?

I'm not arguing that it's real, Paul, I'm arguing that this is insane. Or possibly I am, and I've just been hallucinating from inside a cell or a coma ward. I'm not sure which, yet, but it sure would make things make a hell of a lot more sense than they do now.

I'm not happy that there are so many things I don't know because it's true, and every time I figure one thing out and finally regain my balance, this stupid place yanks the carpet back out from under my feet and puts me right back on my ass, and I HATE being in that position, I HATE it. So. I am going out, and I am getting wasted to see if it helps things make more sense, whether I can find my company for the trip or not. I'll take a cab, don't worry, I'm not stupid.

Laptop goes off now. Back later. ~~Probably.~~

If it makes you feel better, chere, go ahead. It's a brave new world, you'll adjust in time, or you'll find a place where you only have to surround yourself with things you've already proven are true and nothing more.

It's hardly going to make a good physician of you to have that attitude, though. Accept what's before you and adjust accordingly, Cecilia. You will never have all the answers and there is nothing you can study that will help at the end of the day. Whether you're in the operating room or on the street, life is uncertain and dangerous and you can never be completely sure of anything. If it's not dragons, it's something else. Maybe something less extreme, but the principle remains.

One of the finest doctors I've ever met would tell you that to be unable to leap beyond your present knowledge will someday be a death sentence for someone in your care. What will you do when the only thing you can turn to is the unknown? What would you do if to cure someone you loved you needed a dragon's tears? Would you cry insanity or would you find Kitty's dragon and peel an onion?

I dunno, I think that might be getting a little harsh--I don't think not being able to instantly adjust to the concept that mythology is real says anything one way or the other about what kind of doctor she'll be. How many places (other than here) is she going to need to find dragon's tears to cure somebody? There's a reason you don't find them next to the aspirin at Wal-Mart.

I had a hard time adjusting to the idea of magic, right away, myself. Thought Amanda was doing some wacky TK stunts with a weird psychological crutch thing until it was pretty conclusively demonstrated she wasn't. When you get used to the world being a certain way, it's been that way your whole life, it's been that way for everyone you know your whole life, and then you find out there's a whole different world out there and you can't seem to get back to the one you know about, and then you find out there's a whole other world on top of that one when you were just getting used to the first other world, it's not a character flaw to have a hard time dealing with it right in your face all the time.

And I don't think it was very fair to Cecelia for you to say that somebody's going to die someday because she gets twitchy about dragons now.

Possibly not. Cecilia's welcome to complain at me if she thinks so. I'm not fair sometimes -- I'm probably not fair most of the time. It's been a long time since I knew anything for certain, maybe I've forgotten what that's like.

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thank you, jamie.

and paul? screw you.

I haven't come across any spells needing dragon's tears, but if I do, I know where to go...

And I`m sure, if he reacts that way to onions, Lockheed will be glad to help.

I'm sorry Ms. Reyes...

You are being foolish. You like me and I have pointed ears.

Pointed, elven, ears.

You? Are human. A very nice, very pretty, human.

Depends who you ask.

About the human part, I mean. The pretty part goes unsaid.

Well, I asked me, and I say you're human.

Human superior.

I like to think of dragons as lizard superior.

Translate that into nifty Latin if you wish, two languages is more than enough for me.

Okay. I'm going out, now.

Don't get too drunk!

Indeed. Reptilia Squamata Lacertilia Draconis, I think it would go, chere, if you had to put them somewhere. Wild guess, though. My phylogeny is rusty and I haven't seen the little one.

I love it when you get all nerdy.

That's because you can mock me better. Come shopping with me. Baby dragons call for shopping.

...any excuse, I know. Anything you need, Kitty? Please, justify my shopping trip.

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