“Oh,” Johnny hummed in thought, “I’ll have to google her.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, typing a note to himself as a reminder to Google Carole King when he got home. He wrote down ‘Natural Woman’ beside it, so that he wouldn’t forget in case he spelt her name wrong. Google was pretty good, like that, at guessing what he meant to search for even if he’d messed up the spelling. Still, it never hurt to be sure.
Phone going back into his pocket - because he wouldn’t leave it on the table where it might get touched by someone else (he shared his other technology quite freely and when something new replaced this phone, he’d probably give this away but right now the phone was his and no one else’s) - Johnny eyed his drink.
“Why dangerous?” He asked, “There’s no poison in them, and they taste good. Some of them, like this one, have fruit juice in them so they’re actually better for you than something without.”
Tilting his head, he added, after a moment. “I like friends. I don’t have many.” Which was true. He had Shiloh. And Roman, now, he hoped. He’d enjoyed being at the barbecue the other day; Roman and Shiloh were much better at being dragons than he was. “You’d need to sing much more if you wanted me to be a fan.”
Blue Eyed Beauty? He cleared his throat. “No,” he answered, “that sounds like the kind of name you’d give a horse if you were gonna race it. You can call me Johnny, because that’s the name my mom gave me.”