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The dragon smells the blackberries in your palm and springs forward. With one snap, he swallows them. You pull your hand back in alarm and count your fingers while he leans against the couch and licks his beak. "Mmmm, blackberries. Pretty good. But what I could really go for is a handful of fresh blueberries. Do you think you could do that for me?" He bats his eyelids at you.