"How 'bout for a dragon?" Wyatt asked from behind him, amused, as the little bell above the door chimed happily.

The stories said they did... but then the old tales also said they enjoyed virgin snacks, tied out to stakes. The Capitol might have been alright with that, given their stance on murder, but he hardly was.

He drifted the length of the gleaming counter, watching Max's transaction with one eye and taking in the baubles with the other.

"Congratulations, Max," he chuckled, wandering back as the bracelet was being boxed. "Yer first Christmas present."