Sliding off it's body, Ramiu stared up at the dragon. "Um, Mr. Dragon?" she said again. "Would you, um, mind if I was your dinner? Or, breakfast since you just woke up?" she asked timidly. Her heart was hammering, not believing that her dream was going to probably come true. The only thing she was working out was a way to get out without dying.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe I could just squirm out after I was done sightseeing before I get melted. It's big enough, probably won't have much of a problem with that. I hope.</span>