“You tried to drown a suitor?” The dragon therapist asked, checking her notes.

“I didn’t; I told him I would go skinny dipping in the pond at midnight,” The princess said indignantly.

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“Which pond?” the dragon asked.

“Oh, you know that one, uh, by the, uh, you know, that one,” The princess said, waving her hands around.

“Oh, the one that is naturally aerated? That one?” The dragon gave the princess a disapproving glare.

“Yeah, that one. He didn’t drown,” the princess smirked, “much.”