[Duster opens his mouth and promptly shuts it. All that teaches him is to be grateful that he hadn't met any dragon babies on the islands.]

Then...it's not a dragon. I think. I've been carrying it around everyone and I feel fine.

I think.

[Except for the time he lost his memories, but that was just once. Alright, twice, if you include the memory wipe of all of those that arrived to Tazmily.]

If there is a book, I don't know what it would be called. If the Night Market could bring people over, I'd ask for Leder, but...we're stuck figuring it out by ourselves.

[He looks at the Egg one more time before returning it to the pouch.]

Well. What could go wrong?