Not to mention the effect on one's brain repeated transmissions might have.

[She reaches for Robin, scratching him gently against his side. The little dragon seems to have come up against a vast problem; he can't chew without spitting one out, but he doesn't want to spit it out because then someone might take it.

He throws Robert a rather agonized look. Help him.]

How dragons fly, and what chemicals they have to ingest in order to breathe fire . . . good god, we could spend a whole year on him alone.