Hiccup saw where her gaze was and laughed “no, not these.” He shifted the pages with a smile and an added note of: “these are some new saddle designs for Gobber.” Though he didn’t suspect his daughter remembered the man- regardless of how hard some things regarding him were to forget… Namely his mention of undies. “I don’t know why he insist on ‘cup’ holders. Constantly spilling every time a barrel roll is performed. You end up more soggy than wet bread and smelling of stale rum.”

“Speaking of wet… I noticed your dagger… seashocker, right? That’s pretty resourceful. I started making things like that when I was around your age. When I finally realized I could get close enough to the dragons to study them without getting blasted…” With his freehand he grabbed the hilt from its holster and held it up away from his daughter before igniting it. “It uses a zippleback’s gas in combination with a flint.” He released some of the gas and then sparked it, creating a small explosion which was all for show. With a chuckle he took out a small pellet and inserted into the sword since the fire had died out after that. “Sometimes it needs to be refilled. We don‘t make weapons as much as we use to around here though…. Mostly the smith is just used for making saddles. How would you like to see that part of Berk? Blizzard could probably use a saddle, now that he‘s your dragon.”

Blizzard snorted and Hiccup shrugged “or not. I’m just saying it might be a good idea.”