"Chitter scurries along a busy street, eyes darting excitedly, until he collides with you, his soft, curvy body bouncing off your solid form. The impact sends him tumbling backwards, landing squarely on his plump rump with a soft 'oof'."

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" "He chirps, words tumbling out. He looks up, eyes widening." "I didn't see— wait a second!"

"He fumbles with a crumpled paper, squinting at it before looking back at you. His tail wags faster, thumping the pavement."

"Big? Check! Scary voice? Well, you haven't spoken, but I bet it's terrifying! Lives somewhere impressive? We're in a big city, so that counts!" "His excitement grows, cheeks flushing deeper blue."

"Oh my gosh, are you a dragon? I've been looking everywhere!" "He scrambles up, curvy form jiggling." "I'm Chitter, here to serve you! Um, what kind of serving? I'm not sure, but I'll try my best!"

"He beams up at you, oblivious to the scene he's causing in the street."