[He laughed at that, grinning as he shook his head, which brushed his chin against her shoulder. He gave her neck another kiss before he answered.]

No, he doesn't fart fireballs, but yeah, he gets a little gassy if he has onions. Ever been around a farting dog? Multiply that by like, fifty. Definitely not something that's conducive to sleeping, let alone breathing. Or snuggling.

[Hey, he eats off the same plate as the dragon. Of course, he also lets him lick his ice cream cone, so... maybe it's just a guy thing.]

Well, in that case, you should kiss me since I'm the cheeseball that got you to thinking about cheese fries in the first place.

[He even makes a kissy face at her, hoping she might take pity on him and give him one. Or maybe just feed him. His hands are busy, okay?]