"I'll trust you ladies won't mind if I shed my skin a little," he suggested, removing the ugly vest with the balloons and clown faces that marked him as a wage-slave of King Klown.  Grabbing a "slice" of the eight-inch deep Quad Pizza would only create a "meat explosion" on their floor, but Kevin was about to pull off a portion of the top layer with relative ease.<br/><br/>"Don't mind if I do, Tabitha," he responded, squatting unself-consciously on the floor.  "I'm mostly just seeing the country and passing time.  You know, going from place to place, looking around and moving on a little later.  I came through here for Mardi Gras and stayed a little.  This job suits me for a bit.  I get to run around the city, meet interesting people and try to give them plenty of customer satisfaction."<br/><br/>He said the last with another teasing grin, noting the looks the two seemed to be tossing his way.  He was also both proud and sad at his semi-evasion of their question, but really there was no other way of handling the matter.  How could you tell a couple of cute college girls about the Ice-cliffs of Aldeberaan or the smoking clouds over Gralnagathion?  There would be no way, and he knew it.<br/><br/>"What about you two?  You seem like a bit of dragon fan," he said, indicating Tabitha's shirt.  "Unless your cave is hot for another reason."<br/><br/>In truth, Kevin felt a bit like a dragon himself.  He'd accumulated this huge treasure-trove of stories and had to horde them away from others.  No wonder dragons were grumpy.  They couldn't know the joy of sharing.