"Then clearly we're going to have to make sure no one sees them. Meaning we gotta smuggle your friend here out the school!" An unsaid duh hangs heavy in the air. Like this was the most obvious thing in the world for them to do. "We wouldn't want the police and then some to be called, right? So we gotta dress them up and move them to your place. Somehow. Someway. We can do it."

Ainsley had always been one to roll with the punches but this certain took the cake as she shrugs, cheerfully resigned to their fates of strange dragon smugglers. Because what else could they do? Keep the poor thing in here forever? No way. That wasn't right.

"Ah! Found it." She pulls out a cream puff that didn't look too bruised from the fall, offering it to Augustine. This should be safe to feed their new fellow, right? She isn't sure what is and isn't safe for real dragons to eat. "Take it! Your friend is going to need all their strength. I'll try to think of a name for them but feel free to throw out ideas too. They seem quite attached to you."