There was a definite red glow under Chris's fur when Fiana bellowed his intended to be subtle invitation to what felt like half the country, but he soon got over it. "A magic carpet?" he said, grinning. "And I forgot to rehearse "A Whole New World", too. We'll have to improvise!"<br/><br/>He scratched his chin for a minute. "Anywhere in the world, huh?", he said aloud as he stepped on, helping Fi on as well. "Lemme think...ah." He grinned. "I've got it." He leaned down and whispered to the carpet, and as it flew off you could hear the faint strains of Chris whooping.<br/><br/>When they arrived, they seemed to be in a log-cabin sort of place, warmed by a large, roaring fireplace, with a king-sized bed taking up most of the room, though despite the heat it still felt like the layers of blankets on the bed were necessary. "Did we make it...yes!" exclaimed Chris, as he stared out the window, showing a snowy valley. "This is where I grew up, Welsh mountains," he said happily. "The dragon commune where I lived's only 15 miles that way!" he said. "...not that I want to introduce you to the parents -just- yet, especially since I haven't seen them in 3 years," he said, chuckling.<br/><br/>He gave a big yawn and an even bigger stretch, grinning and taking off the small pack he'd had the foresight to bring. "Brought..." he rifled through. "Sauces, reform potions, and a couple of things I wanted for myself..." He sat down and explained his night with the gator girl, and finished showing off 2 packets. "So there's one for me, and she gave me one for your..." he gestured to her chest. "If you're up for it, of course."