[ The only thing that keeps him from breaking the crystal when he throws it to the other end of the room (as if that would solve the problem) is the stack of pillows he'd set there for Lucci's crawling. Alistair's voice sails and thuds against softness and Zevran rolls over, in fact, to sleep. ]
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Do you want to hear some dragon jokes?
[ That's more of a threat than an offer. Go back to bed. ]
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You wouldn't.
[ Would he? It is Alistair, of course he would. ]
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[ Who's a real dad now?? ]
Why do dragons live where there's blood lotus? [ They don't. ] Because that's how they make high dragons.
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