“Oh my gods,” I said. “You are like the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. Damn you, Tiggy. You can take one broom.” “Seven brooms,” he said. “Three.” “Two,” he countered. “I don’t think you’re doing it right,” Gary said fondly. “One,” he shouted. “One broom!” He cackled and ran toward the brooms. “See?” I said to Kevin. “Compromise.” “Okay,” Kevin said. “Here is my compromise. I take all my stuff and I won’t burn your face off.” “You can’t compromise with violence.” “I’m a dragon,” he said. “I can do pretty much anything I want.”
