[When Claude pries open the cabinet — the doors, like everything else around here, are heavy — he reveals a stash of supplies. Among them, some rags, a rough-looking sponge, and a bucket. Coming up beside him, Wilhelm claims the sponge and tosses a rag to Claude. They can share the bucket.
The thing about cleaning a floor while several baby dragons are playing with each other is that...several baby dragons are playing with each other. They roll through the puddles and headbutt Wilhelm hoping for pets and generally make a mess of the whole process. Slowly, they get the room back into a less disastrous state. As Wilhelm wrings out the sponge into the bucket, he slants Claude a look.]
Do you think we'll be able to cure whatever's wrong with the dragons?
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The thing about cleaning a floor while several baby dragons are playing with each other is that...several baby dragons are playing with each other. They roll through the puddles and headbutt Wilhelm hoping for pets and generally make a mess of the whole process. Slowly, they get the room back into a less disastrous state. As Wilhelm wrings out the sponge into the bucket, he slants Claude a look.]
Do you think we'll be able to cure whatever's wrong with the dragons?
[The adult ones, he means.]