Reject Me, Alpha Tate
I picked the twins up from the nursery at half past five and walked them home and made dinner on autopilot — pasta, the easy kind, the kind Maple called the good one because it had the sauce he liked — and sat at the table while they ate and contributed approximately nothing to the conversation about whether dragons could also be fish.
"They could be both," Rosy said. "If they lived near water."
"They'd have to breathe underwater though," Maple said. "Dragons breathe fire. Water would put it out."
"Maybe they only breathe fire on land," Rosy said. "And underwater they just breathe normally."
"That's not how fire works," Maple said.
Volcano fish breathe fire," Rosy said, with complete confide
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