*Alina, Mal, and Genya laying on a blanket, looking up at the clouds.*
Genya: That one looks like a stag.
Mal: Nah, it looks like a really lumpy potato. A very… fluffy potato.
Alina: I think it looks like a dragon, curled up and sleeping.
The Darkling, peeking around at the mention of stags & dragons, then silently coming up behind them to cast a shadow: It looks like an impending Darkling.
Alina, sighing at the bond: Can we go five seconds without the doom and gloom for once?
The Darkling: Doom and gloom comes whether you like it or not.
Alina: Just… enjoy the fluffy potato dragon, okay?

















