"It is." As Strange sits back down, Alistair scrambles into his lap, clawing up Strange's trousers leg in order to actually get in the lap. He takes a sip of his glass of wine before going for one of the eggs. As he peels the shell off, he talks.

"It's smaller than I'm used to—only three bedrooms and none of the rooms are big." Once again, Strange shows off his horribly posh upbringing. "But one of the bedrooms has these amazing built in bookshelves. I plan to convert that one into a library. The second bedroom will be Alistair's when he gets big enough."

The dragon chirps slightly at hearing his name.