The dragon looked to you with her dewy eyes and cried out "Fish! Want fish!" You are surprised at how dragons could speak as wyrmlings, but a request is a request. You carried her home to your house, remembering you may have some seafood there. Her scales were still wet from the egg, and felt like that of a fish. You also took care not to cut yourself on her fin-like wings, which each were roughly as large as her body. You especially took care not to be seen, as you would have to answer many questions you were not prepared to right now.
When you reached home, you set the wyrmling on your couch and searched through your freezer and refrigerator. There are meats, alright, but the only fish is some breaded fish patties. This'll have to do, you suppose. You grab the box and pour them onto a plate, then place them in the microwave oven and are ready to tend to your dragon. When you turn around, however, you find...
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