"Nah, I wanna get right in there!" Drew enthused, and you could tell he'd either be really good at dragon taming or he'd be charcoal within two minutes.
Drew was going to point out that he didn't exactly know what word he'd said wrong in that incantation to turn his hair yellow in the first place, but Dean's concern for him - fictional though it was - made him duck his head and beam a five million kilowatt smile. "Aw, fanks." he said into his butterbeer.