Graeme saw Drake sit. A few baby Hands started tugging at Drakes shoes and trousers playfully. They built small sand mounds as if to honour the dragon. It was a shame they had no bread to break, otherwise it could have been a lovely gathering. It's not like he could have eaten any bread with his mask on anyway. He could always save it for later, like his sweet. By this point it was nothing but a lump of sugar. He looked and indicated to Edgar. "Sit, down. It's disrespectful to decline an offer of hospitality."