Gus asked me, with a face full of hopeful expectation, how I liked flying on his dragon as he chewed on a particularly thick piece of bacon.
"To be honest, I've had better flights."
He dropped the bacon. "You've had - you've flown?"
Which led me into telling him all about airplanes in my world, where one could step into a nice temperature controlled compartment that never rocked crazily and was even stable enough to eat prepackaged peanuts and juice before falling asleep.
I was laughing at his many shades of jaded disappointment when a knock came at my door. As I got up to get it, I couldn't help feel that this was starting to be the beginning of some sort of tv show: settled in my house, then the knock comes at the door to begin the episode. I glanced back to see if Gus could somehow
