[Ah. Lenka stiffens reflexively at the teeth everywhere and way too near to his person -- teeth of that size at that proximity has never been good news for him, nor anyone he knew -- but then he takes a deep breath and forces himself to stay in place. It's a good thing that he has relatively positive associations with dragons.

He even manages a small smile back, because humans are weird, even more so here than anywhere else. And the more he uses his magic, the more he's starting to think the same! He has no idea where the fridges come from, but still, it's a thought.]

It's Lenka. Utsugi Lenka. What are you called?