*blinks*

[xp_daytripper]

Okay, that's got to be one of the weirder things I've seen. Le Beau being chased through the place by Lockheed with half his eyebrows gone, and then switching 'round and Le Beau chasing Lockheed around with a poker. Since when did Lockheed breathe fire any way? I think we would have noticed earlier if he could...

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[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Personally, I'm confused. I don't think Lockheed can breath fire, or at least, I've never seen him do it. Jamie says his dad could, but I've been hoping he's too young,

He does smell like smoke, I admit, but it's more like cigarette smoke than anything else.

At any rate, it's taken me most of an hour (and what was left of the roast beef) to calm Lockheed down. Poor little guy was scared out of his wits by Remy and his poker. Have to admit, I was quite ready to phase us both out and take off for the hills when I saw him chasing Lockheed around the house. He looked quite mad.

[xp_daytripper]

*shrugs* I've never seen him do it either. Sounds like maybe he sampled someone's ciggies and they reacted badly? Not me, obviously.

I think I'll look in on Remy tho' - he did look sort of singed...

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Can't imagine why he would want to do that. Cigarettes smell terrible. Still, if he is starting to breath fire it's undoubtedly time for Rule Number Three: no breathing fire in the house or on any of the trees. Can you imagine how cranky Mr. Marko would be...

[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

There would be no words.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Which is why we introdcue these rules. Don't worry, sir, I'll keep track of him.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Rule 3a. Toasting marshmallows, on the other hand, is OK and gets you tasty snacks. :) Remind me to make him s'mores sometime.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Still not in the house, though. We don't want to set off the s'moke detectors...

But I bed he'd like them. He does seem oddly fond of chocolate. -g-

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

"Oddly?" There is no "oddly" fond of chocolate. :)

We don't want to set off the s'moke detectors...

I love you so much. S'moke detectors. Heehee.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

He's a dragon and he loves red meat to bits. I think I'm allowed to use 'oddly' when talking about him and chocolate. Actually, he's a dragon, I think I'm allowed to use 'oddly' whenever I want.

-g-

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Some sort of misunderstanding, clearly.

I wonder if I could get any sense out of Lockheed as to exactly what happened. I have had some luck with telepathy in non-human contexts before.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to bring him by if you want to try, sir.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Sure, Kitty. I have to run out for a bit, but I should be back later tonight. Feel free to knock on my door, dragon-in-tow. I've done this with horses and birds before, but this would be a first for me.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan, sir.

[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

It's not funny. That little flying rat blowtorch is going to kill some one.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I was saying that even before he started breathing fire, and believe me, it doesn't work.