Wait, she's coming over? No, he's got eggshell all over the room and a dragon he still needs to hide! Still, Strange knows that it's no use trying to convince Shura otherwise: he quickly starts picking up his room, wrapping up the leftover eggshell, and desperately trying to convince the young dragon, who seems super intent on hanging out next to Strange, to hide until Shura shows up.

When she does, Strange opens his mouth, as if to try and tell her that no, really, she's got to leave, but she pushes past him and opens the door. Well, she's in here now. Strange quickly closes the door before turning on Shura. "Shura, I don't see why—"

And then Strange's protests just die out as he notices a tiny little fuzzy blue dragon head sticking out from underneath his bed. The hatchling squeaks, looks over at Shura, then squeaks again.

"Alastair!" Strange gently chastises. He's had this thing for like two hours tops and he's already named it. "Alastair, I thought I told you to stay underneath there!"