Haha, I'll try to hold on to the strawberry, but I won't promise I won't eat it.

[he can respect the urge to really get a good view, and he's pretty sure he can keep the baby safe. in that case...]

Got it! On top of my back it is!

[Geir ever-so-carefully lifts Percival up to his back, where his shoulders meet his neck, and deposits him on its broad, scaly surface. with his nose, he nudges the child into position in an indentation between two of the ridges along his spine: as long as Percival holds on to one, it should be hard for him to fall off.]

There's just one thing. You have to promise me to hold on reeeeally tight.