[How can Dragon expected to chill when he is being tortured, watching his dragon brethren receive what he has not. When fortunes, the veritable boons of the gods themselves are just right there out of reac--

Oh, a chin scratch. Hm. That's kind of nice. Dragon appears to accept it, leaning into Ann's hand while keeping his eyes firmly on the path of each hotdog. Still shuddering, though. Nothing can stop the earthquake in Yugi's arm, except for one thing.]

Hmm... not very long, about a month give or take?

[Still immune to Dragon shaking. Yugi chirps out a thanks for Ann grabbing their food, while Yugi grabs the one for Dragon with his free hand.

And, at last, Dragon gets what he escaped prison for, taking it between little paws and taking big (little) bites of this most valuable treasure happily. Seems he's a good little calm dragon when food is in the picture.]

I've met people who have said they've been here much longer. It's hard to believe, but so is being here in the first place so...

[And he eyes Ann at that, not sure if she's part of that group of long-time residents yet. He also takes his own hotdog from her and begins guiding them in the direction of the dragon pet shop, all the better to decide what to do with their escapees.]