"A dragon. Like, fire-breathing, flying, big scaly lizard thing?" Sam refrained from pop culture references; assuming this guy was from here, he wouldn't have any idea what Puff the Magic Dragon was. Or any other fictional dragons, for that matter.

He glanced down at the hatchling in his hand. So far, she seemed to fit exactly zero of these characteristics.

"Okay, yeah, sure, why not?" He didn't know what she was, and dragon was as good a word to use as any. "So everything I know has been destroyed, but I've got a dragon now. Is that how it is?"