[Crowley cradles the dragon almost affectionately, taking note of it's begging and peering around them to see what's available. What the hell do dragons eat, anyway?
Aziraphale snaps his attention back to their current state, which let'sface it, he's not entirely convinced of yet. If this was truly not a dream, then Crowley wouldn't know where to start. He squints his eyes at the angel, a hand scratching absent-mindedly under the dragon's chin.]
Alright, fine. Say this isn't a dream-which is still up for debate, where do you suspect we are? Is this our penance for choosing the 'wrong' side? Where do you suggest we go from here... and what would you be hungry for if you've just hatched from an egg?
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Aziraphale snaps his attention back to their current state, which let'sface it, he's not entirely convinced of yet. If this was truly not a dream, then Crowley wouldn't know where to start. He squints his eyes at the angel, a hand scratching absent-mindedly under the dragon's chin.]
Alright, fine. Say this isn't a dream-which is still up for debate, where do you suspect we are? Is this our penance for choosing the 'wrong' side? Where do you suggest we go from here... and what would you be hungry for if you've just hatched from an egg?