"Uh... I don't know, I just heard someone talk about them once. About a small one, like the size of a cat?"

But before Veser can push the thought about dragons, Maya blurts what she's been thinking for a while.

"You talk like you're trying too hard," she mentions, completely unashamed. "Are you mad about something? Or are you just having a bad day? Or do kids just talk like that where you come from?"

Still no shame. She's not sorry.