Pharos looked over his new belonging, lifting it up into the air and rotating it lightly around in his small hands, from left to right and turning it upside to enjoy the pleasant novelty, and then right side-up again. "Still, it is a gift even if it holds no meaning to you. I shall take good care of it."

He set the dragon of metal cutlery back down on the table with a clink, and looked up, blue eyes cheerful in their otherworldly vividness. "Are you making more?"