Jeep comes galloping into the room, launching himself into the air about ten feet from the couch, landing with his hind claws in the couch back and and his front claws in Jedao's shoulder, his white batlike wings flapping erratically as he makes raspy, indignant chirps at the idea of someone getting tidbits but not him.

Jedao laughs and smears some apricot marmalade on another piece of crust and holds him up for him.

"I'd never forget you, Jeep," Jedao promises the little dragon, laughing softly in turn.