"If Iii~ were a dragon..." Pacca closes her eyes. Uh oh. Seems he hit on something poignant, there. "Iii'd... make gardens out of trees and commune with the bees, and breathe stuff of some sort.. and keep knowledge and.. stuff..." She says, rather than singing, because her voice is a bit raspy and just barely on one side of being annoying.

"Mmmh, I want to be a dragon as soon as I'm ready. That'd be nice.. oh, Pacca!" She adds, with a sudden bit of cheer. "Paladin of light, and defender of things~"

She drinks down the rest of the mug. And then stifles a burp. Paladin. Clearly.