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[shearly]

You've been quieter than usual, Charlie. Is there something bothering you?

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[dragonfondler]

Not much of anything...

[shearly]

You, Mr. Dragon Charmer, are a horrible liar.

[dragonfondler]

I do my best?

[shearly]

Out with it. You've been distant all week, and I'd like to know what's causing it.

[dragonfondler]

The baby's down, then?

[shearly]

After putting up a bit of a fit, yes.

[dragonfondler]

More fun now that she's got a clue about how to fight back, I say. Through the wall, it almost sounds as if she's making a solid argument. Solicitor material, mum'd say.

[shearly]

She was wanting to go and sleep in Emma's bed - the one that looks like the giant pumpkin carriage from the Cinderella story. They certainly do indulge their children, that's for sure.

[dragonfondler]

Early morning ahead of us, love... can I convince you to indulge in a bit of sleeping draught?

[shearly]

I don't think so, no. They always make me feel a bit tetchy the next day.

[dragonfondler]

No more so than usual, lately. What about a nice slug of wine to put you down, eh? It's only gone just a bit tasteless from being open.

[shearly]

If you really want to tire me out, I can think of better ways.