"What!? Hahaha, you're right—he did ask me to be his girlfriend!" Rose's voice rang out like she'd won the celestial lottery.
Crya, her baby dragon, flopped onto the sand, clearly over it.
"What do you mean, 'It doesn't count if it happened in my head'? Of course, it counts!" Rose argued, plopping down dramatically beside her.
Crya raised her tiny head, staring at her master with the weary patience of someone who'd heard this nonsense a thousand times.
"Okay, fine, maybe I am being delusional," Rose admitted with a theatrical sigh. "But you should've seen the way he looked at me! Like I was a star descending from the heavens."
Crya let out a tiny, frustrated puff of smoke and slumped across Rose's lap. She wasn't buying it.