The dragon's blue scales are surprisingly soft to touch. She leans into his hand with a happy squawk, then starts sniffing him, making confused little sounds when she traces the egg scent. It smells like another dragon, but they're nowhere to be found!

"She's not very good at warnings," Papyrus says, watching Helvetica's little display with mixed feelings. He's glad she's so confident and that she's met with friendly reactions, but she really needs to learn some discipline! "Or listening, for that matter."

He tries to pry her gently from Fuyuhiko's arm, with little success.

"…shoot. Human, are you by any chance heading to port? She seems… quite fond of you."