"Pressing hurts," The little snow dragon that had been sitting on top of her head was slowly melting from the sun, and she finally illustrated the point by reaching up to smash it. It hissed, creating a bit of steam as it melted away quickly, and she shook her head to dislodge the rest of the snow.
"Were you famous?" She knew, of course. At least, she could get a picture from his memories. But she liked hearing people talk, too.