“Well here we are, Land of the Lounge Lizards.”
"Wow this is so cool!"
"Really? You're not scared at all? There's dragons and beer, and dragons drinking beer! Its not unnerving to you, not even a little?"
"Yeah, yeah it is; it really is, and I love it!"
"Ya won't love et when ol' Bronson over there gets angry; that's every Tuesday night. He's a brutish dragon, he is."
"You think they have root beers here?"
"Please keep an eye on her."
"Don't worry, boyーtho you may have to hold on to her fer a little bit longer, Sephira Silverwing, she be over there."
"You shameless frog..."
"Hey, look at that dragon; he's got like, an iron snout!"
"Why couldn't she have at least said metal nose?..."
"What's that! someone called me?"
"Oh, no-no, lets move this way. Don't be so loud! That's Ironsnout Mason!"
"So, are they mostly friendly here, or are they like, all pirates or rogues or something?"
"Define friendly."
"Can I talk to one?
"I can't see how that would be a good idea."
"Butー"
"Look, I don't know what you Outworlders imagine dragons to be like, but this is the real deal! So, try not to get recklessly killed, please?"
"Why is it so dark in here?"
"Dragons are more accustomed to the dimness. People have adjusted to it too, but your eyes aren't used to it, I'm sure. That being said, please stay close to me, all right? I don't want to lose you in here; as you can seeーum, oh, nevermind, but you get the idea."
"Very funny."
"No funny; no giggles, no stares, and no making comments about the menu."
"Yes Mr. Osamu, SIIIR."
"*This girl's going to be the death of me.*"
"Two fried cockatrice flanks and a quart of Kettle Crackles please. Oh, and no sauce on mine, thank you."
"Are you sure we're not at McDragons?"
"Will that be all, sir?"
"That'll be all."
"Give it bout seven or eight minutes er so."
"Thank you. Amber you can't use Outworlder terms like that."
"Why not? Oh, cause I'm not supposed to be here right?"
"Exactly."
"...But seriously, it's a McDonald's for dragons!"
"Would you shush!"
"Sorry, I had to say it once. "What are Kettle Crackles, and Cockatrice flanks?"
"Food. Food for you and I, now no more chatting."
"Aww, so sweet, buying me food on our first day out."
"Well you gotta eat something, and it's not like you have any money."
"Uhーjust count this as an IOU."
"Guardians don't take IOUs, Amber."
"What do they take, then?"
"UOIs? It makes more sense when said from your perspective."
"What, are you trying to say you owe me? We just met, what could you possibly owe me?"
"Its complicated, you'll understand at some point."
"Stillーif you ever visit the Outerworld, remind me to take you to Olive Garden."
"What did I just say!"
"There's nothing suspicious about those two words!"
"Draco's mercy... Our food is ready, let's go."
I like the zippy pace of dialogue only writing!