Shit, she got me!
And here I hoped that presenting reasonable arguments would quell protests of my Advisers (especially my wife).
"Amby, this isn't what you think! That's… Alright, I can't lie to you. The truth is–I like dragons very much when they don't try to kill me! These dragons are almost friendly, and I *really* want one! Imagine what we can achieve if we train it to… carry things, for example? Or attack our enemies!"
"This sounds very useful. A single dragon can carry as much as several dozen bees," Workharder mused. "But this doesn't explain why *you* should be taming them yourself, Father!"
"Yes, yes!" Things-Things agreed. "We can learn how to work without you some other time. Or we can never work without you at all!"
I winced.
"But then *someone else* would be the dragon's tamer…"
"I see," Ambrosia said. She was still frowning. "Can't you just tame dragons here? They live everywhere."