Gus asked me, with a face full of hopeful expectation, how I liked flying on his dragon as he chewed on a particularly thick piece of bacon.
"To be honest, I've had better flights."
He dropped the bacon. "You've had - you've flown?"
Which led me into telling him all about airplanes in my world, where one could step into a nice temperature controlled compartment that never rocked crazily and was even stable enough to eat prepackaged peanuts and juice before falling asleep.
I was laughing at his many shades of jaded disappointment when a knock came at my door. As I got up to get it, I couldn't help feel that this was starting to be the beginning of some sort of tv show: settled in my house, then the knock comes at the door to begin the episode. I glanced back to see if Gus could somehow sense with his magic who it was, but he just chewed, staring morosely at his plate. He must have been looking forward to showing off flying on a dragon with me.