Ome smirks as Lin bounces around, unable to supress a grin. He playfully nips at her hand as she pats his belly, "Yeah, to bad you didn't inherit your mother's temperment." He teases her. He frowns at Gold, and tosses a acorn at the back of the dragons head, "Stop beating yourself up over it already, ya goof. I'll settle this whole Maddy deal right now, I dibs killing her. There, any objections? No, good." Ome nods and grins.