"Ideally," Paxton said, "we would be proving our points, though. We'd merely be proving both our points. The discussion should be equal. I believe we're both intelligent enough to construct a clever classical debate without it turning unbalanced. Or ugly."
Paxton observed Ashton, watching how readily he, after conceding the point, submitted to his own course of action. So decisive. So sure of himself. Paxton grinned.
"You wish to read it right now?" Paxton retrieved a beige manila folder from his bag and slid it towards the dragon.
In it, he would find a play about a young boy who runs away from home to become the best fire-breather in the world. On his way to the Burning Man Festival, the leading character assembles a rag-tag bunch of friends - a clever witch who can't read, a brave demon who can't fight and an empath who can't make friends - and together, they help the boy achieve his goal. All of it set, of course, against music of Simon & Garfunkel. The finale was a spectacular set-piece where a small Burning Man actually goes down. And then, of course, the boy decided to return home: not to abandon his dream, but to mend the way with his mother, his own past. Paxton was quite pleased with it.