"If you could name one thing of mine that is not special or significant, I would give you whatever you wanted." He had few possessions, fewer friends, and even less people he could call beloved family. What Miniver held in his hands was something that only a few people knew existed. He sat down and explained to Miniver. "I had a pipe of a dragon as my first pipe. It wasn't like this one, it was carved out of stone and was hell to clean. I only ever used it for special occasions, as good luck, or as a peace offering between enemies. I then had a glass pipe, also a dragon. You saw that one before. It was the last time we tried to set things right, and I brought her out, and she cleared the air so we could speak freely about why we feel the way we do. After her, and the destruction of the world, I went without one for a very long time. Then Glyndaa bought me this one. She knows about my affinity for dragons, and had seen what I was using before this, deemed it unacceptable, and got me this one instead. I still use the other one. This is a dragon. It symbolizes strength and luck, fortune, and power. And Miniver, my friend, we need those things, I believe." He lifted the pipe away from Miniver to pack it with a large bud of weed.