I think so. We might've just survived the greatest flood of all time.

[ Claude's careful to say this with an appropriate amount of awe, something the baby dragons seem to appreciate as they continue on splashing and now have a contest in making sure there's one splash after another as another way to show off. Which is pretty cute, really.

In the meantime he crawls out from the table, narrowly avoiding getting his pants wet from the puddles, to stand up and then holds a hand to Wilhelm to help the teen out if he needs it. ]

What are the chances we can get out of here before we're the ones who have to clean this up?

[ He's mostly kidding. Mostly. ]