Ally peered at him at him from behind loose strands of hair. "It came from the kitchen?" She stroke the dragon's head again as it snapped its mouth shut, another wisp of powdered sugar curling about him. "Or it came from my imagination. Depends on how you see it, I guess." She gave a small laugh before hopping onto the counter, crossing her leg.<br/><br/>"And dragons are real." She frowned at him. "I can assure you that he's real." She poked at the dragon. "And I don't kill people. Not intentionally anyway." She grinned at him. "So sit down and finish your chocolate. Then tell me what you're doing here and why are you here?"