Lying in a sun-drenched spot, Peaches barely reacted, other than lazily flicking her tail in Bri’s direction. The auburn-haired girl picked up an apple and waved it in front of Peaches’ nose, "Come on, you lazy mutt of a dragon. Up you get." The dragon started sniffing the air and cracked an eye open, immediately zeroing in on the offered fruit. "Yeah, I thought so. Come on, Peaches; follow the bouncing apple."