[That neck crack didn't sound pleasant, but what the heck does he know about robots. He drops the screw into her palm and then stands very, very still, nervousness written all over his idiot face. Here's hoping the baby can't sense fear.]

Nothing wrong with playing! But I break easy, I'm not made of metal like you.

[Not to mention the dragon looks heavy for it's size. He's over six feet, almost as tall as her, and yet the average toddler might outweigh him. God help him on windy days.

Some of the tension leaves his face and his grin seems a little more real. Maybe he's a worm fan.]

Or a bowl of grasshoppers! People are always trying to fatten me up and it never seems to stick. Go figure.