"Hot green tea, please." Finir politely said. One of the few healthy beverages that coaxed his tongue and improved his health. The azure dragon set himself down on a nearby couch, but he immediately sunk into it due to his new weight. He re-situated himself upward and removed himself from the couch. It was a fact that Finir had to deal with; he was, indeed, massively heavy. Curling his tail in apology and the look of a surprised, guilty person, the azure dragon looked to Cecily with a jovial smile running across his maw.
"Let's go to the park." Finir stated, slicking back a claw onto his mane "after we drink, of course. Then we may spend more time together."
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.