Sadly, for all of us, Miur had a very manly scream.
A blink later and May had leapt out, also in her underwear, wielding, of all things, a ladle. In her defense it looked like a seriously hefty ladle.
Poor Poseidon whined and pressed the fans of his ears as hard against his neck as they would go.
"D-dragon!" Miur stumbled back several steps, a hand flailing behind him for his wife. "G-g-get back in the cabin, it's not safe. May - May?!"
But May was busy squinting at us.
"Did I just hear Lilly's name?"
Then I remembered that May hadn't ever seen me without my mask.
So, I gave a little wave as I put a hand on Poseidon's back.
"Hey, May. Long time no see."
Her jaw dropped with her ladle. "Oh my god, is that really you? Your face..."
"And the dragon?" Miur almost - almost but not quite - squeaked.
I wanted to laugh. All those times I tried to ruffle Miur's feathers and he loses his marbles over a tame dragon, who was now doing his best to hide behind me, whining pitifully.