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Room 511, Tuesday Evening
The part where her roommate was a dragon and Petra was now responsible for four teacup dragons had thrown her a little off-schedule, and she was only now getting around to designing and printing fliers announcing the planned door-decorating contest. She had originally intended to glitter them up to attract notice before posting, but with the dragon situation, she thought that was a little overoptimistic. Right now, she was just hoping that the dragons wouldn't set her fliers on fire before she could post them, and that, while she was out posting them, that they wouldn't destroy anything.

Okay, they weren't that bad, but leaving them alone made her a little nervous. There were four of them. And they listened to Daenerys way better than they listened to her, she swore. "I'm doing my best here, I hope you know that," she told the dragons.

((Mostly for one of the dragons. No, not that one, the other one. Door closed but knockable, though!))

The little purple dragon, at least, nodded. Dany had felt bad about sticking poor Petra with the other dragons as well as herself. She was watching the others to ensure that no one did set anything on fire.

This was kind of annoying. Or, rather, this had been annoying for several days.

Petra would totally have agreed with her on that. She was just waiting for the dragons to get some kind of revenge on her for stuffing them into cat carriers to get them from the hotel in Newfoundland to the ship. Even if it had been for their own good.

"And I really appreciate that none of you have chewed or burned any of my shoes yet," she continued, "and I'd like for you to keep doing that in the future. And I hope I'm not giving you malnutrition. And this is really weird."

"No one is malnourished."

Dany hadn't meant to say that aloud -- she had just been thinking it -- but abruptly, she was no longer a little purple dragon but a rather larger (but still small for her age) young woman again. Who was, incidentally, naked, and crossing the appropriate appendages to keep some sense of modesty.

"Um. Hello."

"Dany! Thank God!" Petra exclaimed. "I would totally hug you if you had clothes on!"

"Just a moment, and I will," Dany replied with a smile, awkwardly going to grab a gown from her closet. "It's odd being big again. Thank you for watching me and the other three! That was...bizarre."

"Well, I could hardly ditch you!" Petra pointed out. "You're my roommate. And Bruce--do you know Bruce? Anyway, Bruce said this sort of thing just happens here sometimes. Although I guess it's weird that it happened in Canada instead. But he said it would probably wear off eventually, so." Petra shrugged.

"Something to look forward to," Dany noted dryly as she tugged on a gown. "This might be a repeat occurrence. Perhaps it will happen to you, too!"

"Oh, yikes, I hope not!" Petra said. "I'd probably turn into a frog." She shuddered a little. "I'll pass." She hoped.

"You would turn into something far more lovely than a frog," Dany assured her. "Probably something that you might have an affinity for, if my case is any indication."

Petra remembered her mind berry trip and said ruefully, "No, probably a frog. Just as long as Drogon doesn't try to eat me, hey?"

"He's quite fond of you, so I doubt he will," Dany assured her, and the fact that she paused to think about it probably wasn't all that reassuring.

Petra grinned at her and said, "I'll hop really fast."

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