[Yes, that would fit perfectly, wouldn't it? Rosalind laughs as the little dragon nips firmly at Robert's thumb, one last sign of indigence, before flopping down on the sand. Robert may pet him now.]
Our second child. Our Robin. Who might just bit your fingers off if you keep indulging him like this, Robert.
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[Yes, that would fit perfectly, wouldn't it? Rosalind laughs as the little dragon nips firmly at Robert's thumb, one last sign of indigence, before flopping down on the sand. Robert may pet him now.]
Our second child. Our Robin. Who might just bit your fingers off if you keep indulging him like this, Robert.