That seems to be the assumption. Hard to imagine these little things getting that big, but I guess before, it would have been hard to imagine a dragon this small. [Not that he ever thought about dragons much, ever. He was more into the sci-fi type adventure books as a kid, not so much into sword and sorcery pulp fiction.

He can't help but laugh when Tony produces his more serpentine dragon, and says that she bit him.] Oh yeah? What'd you do to deserve it? [He's teasing, of course. The smile remains on his face as he moves a little closer, Becca craning her neck to inspect the new dragon. He doesn't reach out, but he keeps his posture open and non-threatening.]

Hey there. I'm pals with your- [A pause. Her what? Her dad? Her scion? Her partner?] With your Tony.