Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Daddies obviously gave copious amounts of praise, which I filed away for the next time we had little time where I might actually be the Daddy. But littles liked praise and that gave me the perfect excuse to give him a hug. “I was a good helper. I picked up the blocks.”
He sighed, an adorably dramatic sound, and nodded before kissing my cheek again. “You did a very good job and now we get to have a special dinner.”
He kept my hand as he led me out into the kitchen and sat me down at the table, something else with the weird not-quite-plastic feeling. “You sit and you can keep me company. That’s an important job.”
I was pretty sure he just wanted me out of the way so I couldn’t do anything dangerous to myself, but I nodded. “I’m your good boy.”
That was my fallback response to nearly everything and I was impressed with how well it worked…and how well it got him acting all dramatic. He clearly questioned my definition of what good meant. “Yes, you’re going to be very good for me.”
Adorable.
“What kind of special dinner are we going to have?” Since I had no desire to end up magically burned or somehow trapped in the disappearing fridge, I stayed put as he nearly skipped around the small space. “What other toys do you have for us to play with?”
Blocks seemed to be his passion based on what he’d said and hadn’t said, but I wasn’t sure what other things he liked playing with. His frown said there’d been some kind of issue with my question, though. “I have blocks.”
Quietly muttering something about needing to keep me entertained, he frowned like a Daddy that was concentrating hard as he moved around the kitchen. “Do you know that dragons have hoards? Mages say they don’t but there is always something they’re attracted to and want to keep. But that’s not a hoard. Nope. No, Sir.”
Oh, I could see that being a wonderfully ridiculous topic to bring up in the diner the next time they were driving me insane.
“Are they private?” I wasn’t sure if what I’d heard was real or not. “What are the manners rules for hoards?”
For some reason that made him smile like he thought I was adorable. “You ask very good questions.”
And that was cute, why?
“Thank you.” I blew him a kiss to keep him in the playful headspace he’d found and I got another giggle.
“Well, I think the best English word is private but dragons aren’t ashamed of their hoards.” Klynn paused, looking more thoughtful as he made the fridge thing rise up out of the countertop.
If there was a seam for the damned thing I hadn’t found it yet, but I would. I was resourceful and stubborn.
“We just don’t talk about them unless we have to.” He shrugged as he pulled out something, blocking my view with his body.
Sneaky boy.
“I read a book where a dragon was an all-the-time dragon and he had a hoard of gold and he protected it with fire.” Somehow the cute matter-of-factness about how he said it made me worried. “Dragons would do that over anything, even a Lego hoard, but we’re told not to and most of the time we’re very good.”
Most of the time?
Lego hoard?
No, he didn’t have enough Legos for that to be his hoard.
“If I got a hoard, it would be…artwork. I like pictures. Fancy pictures. Coloring pictures.” I shrugged and pretended not to notice when he got a sneaky grin on his face. “My mother’s hoard would be fancy spoons.”
When Klynn turned to me and forgot to hide his goodies completely, I knew he was confused. “Spoons? I know that word. I think I know that word.”
“You know that word.” Just not the context. “A lot of places people on Earth go on vacation make fancy things for tourists to buy. One of the things they all make are cute little spoons. They’re just for decoration and always have a picture or something like that on the end to help you remember where you got it from. My mother has always loved those.”
She had them all over her private home office everywhere we’d lived. They were special and never shown to anyone outside the family. Yeah. She was probably some kind of dragon with a spoon hoard.
“I don’t think Toman knows about special spoons because he didn’t show me that.” Frowning, Klynn sighed and somehow produced a large cookie sheet from the area I thought was just a wall.
It was not just a wall.
What the hell was behind my walls?
“He’s missing out on spoons then.” I needed to ask more questions about that language transfer process before I requested their language. “Can I ask what your hoard is?”
What did he have around the house?
I tried not to look and be obvious, but I couldn’t remember much that’d stood out. He had small statues and what basically looked like nicknacks. I’d seen a few books. He had more blocks than anything else.