Theodore spent the next three days proving that being well educated for four years old did not prevent him from being four years old.
He knew he was expected to greet people properly.
He remembered to thank the kitchen staff when someone brought him fruit, apologized when reminded after stepping on Ducky's tail, and had learned that interrupting adults during meetings usually resulted in being removed from the room no matter how important he believed his contribution was.
He could sit through breakfast without throwing food.
He knew several letters, could count farther than Dean remembered teaching him, and had recently developed enough interest in maps that Arion kept finding small wooden animals positioned across printed administrative districts for reasons Theodore considered obvious.
None of this made him reasonable about the black dragon.
"I need to find it."
Dean looked up from the correspondence spread across the breakfast table.
