Grace again couldn't help but smile at the little reptile's antics. She was very aware of what young animal behavior consisted of, having been around many of them in her lifetime thanks to living on a small farm, but she couldn't quite recall seeing any other animal who acted like him. Well, she hadn't exactly been around any other dragons. Or any other supposedly mythical creature. So there was no other example to compare him to, other than puppies, but even that seemed a little off. In thought, she scratched the back of her head, momentarily forgetting the dragon.
His loud, crying squeaks brought her back to the problem at hand. She looked down at him, only taking a few seconds to realize just what was needed. Food. That bug he had roasted last night would hold him off for only so long. But what was there to feed him? What was safe to feed him?
"Okay, okay. I hear you." She threw back the covers and stood. Caught between leaving him there and bringing him with her, she quickly figured that bringing him with her would be better than leaving him alone. Bending down, she carefully picked him up, doing her best to support him as she carried him out of the door.
There was bound to be leftover food in the fridge. Meatloaf, maybe even chicken. She'd go for the meatloaf first - no bones made it easier to deal with. Once she was in the kitchen, she looked around to be sure that it was safe, then set him down. "Stay there," she said a little more firmly than she meant. Hoping that he would listen, she turned to open the fridge, beginning to dig through it for something suitable for the baby dragon.