text: "We'd like five rooms, please," said Tarcuna to the receptionist. "On the ninth floor, if you've got that many free."
  
  The receptionist looked at Tarcuna, and looked at us. "For... them?"
  
  "Yes."
  
  The receptionist preemptively curled up crying. Management had to be called, and further reassurances had to be made.
  
  "This would be all much easier if we look like hovens," I reminded nobody in particular, in Grand Draconic.
  
  "Except, of course, that in that situation we would look like hovens," said somebody in particular that I was engaged to.
  
  "And watching hovens squirm and whimper is fun. It's not at all appropriate to actually threaten them, much less hurt them, but nobody can really blame us for just looking like ourselves. Especially, like ourselves only smaller," said somebody else in particular.
  
  I bit somebody else in particular's tail. Some days I don't like dragons very much.
  
  Most of the Grand Hotel Dorday Elysium staff ran away at that point — three of the four who hadn't already left, that is. Our rooms were delayed by another third of an hour.