text: Guest: "Are you serious?"
  
  Me: "About what?" (as if I didn't know.)
  
  Guest: "Some or all of the obvious: Arilash not marrying! Two drakes marrying each other! A drake picking a dragoness!"
  
  Me: "Yes, of course we are."
  
  Guest: Any of a variety of prophecies of social and moral decay! Or, depending on the mood of the guest: Admiration and wishes that the guest him-or-her-self had chosen to breathe in the face of convention.
  
  Me: "We shall see. Fortunately, Hove is far from the other dragon-worlds, so any doom shall probably be confined there." Or, "Thank you! So few other dragons agree with you."