"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Majesty," The dragon therapist said.

  The king, his voice tinged with a nervous urgency, sat before the dragon, "Yes, yes. It's good to finally meet you, too. You're doing an excellent job. But I need you to expedite this. She needs to be married, like yesterday. Don't you have a potion or, uh, a spell, or something. What do you think?"

  Stolen novel; please report.

  The dragon momentarily contemplated, "I'm thinking about reconsidering my vegetarianism."