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"Perhaps I will."

The Berserker is minding her business, painting her nails out of boredom. "This shade of red is nice..."

Ooc. Go check out my @Toxicant_Touch if you want to write any Serenity shenanigans.

"It depends if they're going to hurt someone. If they aren't, I'm content with leaving them be." The Berserker would rest the girl's head against her shoulder. It was hard to imagine that Kreimhild was a Berserker if someone saw this without knowing anytning else about her.

"I'll be glad to watch my little sweetie pies. Between me and Siegfried, it should be pretty manageable." Kreimhild would then glance back down to the little girl. "Not all dragons are like your daddy."

"It depends. If Grampa goes with us and if are there any, maybe we can take you to see some wyverns." Kreimhild hold her granddaughter closer. "You'd also have to stay very close too. Dragons aren't very friendly, and your mom would be very sad if you got hurt."

The grandmother would sit Lucilla atop her lap once the braid was finished. "It just means you're gotten a hold on how they function." Turning her attention back to the little girl. "Hm...he's probably off slaying some dragons for the master."

"I suppose they've learned from someone in particular, but they have much more growing to do." Kreimhild would cross one leg over the other adjusting the collar of her granddaughter's shirt.

"You're very welcome, sweetie pie. Gramma loves you very much. Don't you forget that." The Berserker pats the girl's hand with a smile.

"I expected as much based on previous conversation." Berserker would reach into her purse, handing over a chocolate bar to the little girl after responding to the mother. "For being so well behaved, I think you can be spoiled for a little bit."

The Berserker had decided to spend the day with her daughter-in-law and granddaughter "Isn't she just the sweetest thing?"

"It doesn't look like it. The last time someone tried to use my husband as a stepping stool, they died for it."

"Yes, they approached me. I wouldn't be calling them an incorrigible buffoon otherwise."