Dragon A festive meeting would be lovely, thank you! I have some gorgeous garden furniture that we could all lounge about on, and there are plenty of pines and firs and things here on the pistes - what about I do chocolate fondue and you can dip branches in the pot?
For savoury stuff we have chamois, bats, condors (imported by Flappy - he is so clever) and incognito dictators from many nations, so if you like Indian, Chinese, Russian, Korean etc food, we can supply. Also Nazis-in-hiding (I could barely believe it of that nice Mr Hilter and Mr Hillmer - who knew?) but they're pretty old and qualify as "jerky" I think. But I could make some cheese fondue to go with them.
I would be delighted to host the party here at the schloss for a small fee bring a bottle and some salad.
Princess - don't you dare try to get "maternal" about Flappy - he is legally, morally and emotionally my own child and I love him as much as if he was my own claw and scale. I have told him what a strumpet high-spirited trollope woman you are, and he wants nothing to do with you. He feels (as do I) that any woman worth her salt would have sat on her clutch of eggs until they hatched instead of leaving them where a hungry Pope could confit them abandoning them. He knows about your attempts to murder your Centaur child, and was shocked to the core.
And BTW - what happened to that screeching bliddy horror poor, dear little Harpy? We haven't heard her shrieking off-key dulcet tones for quite a while. What have you done with her? Monster! (