Birthed in a heap on my, yes, human head, naturally. [A snort.] I just barely managed to escape without severe trauma and a concussion, no thanks to the help below.

['Sky Vaginas.' Quite the imagery there, Yngvi... pretty apt, too. And yes, he does catch that strange and misplaced choked laugh that Yngvi admits, and the emotion behind it rattles the Dragon in such a way as to discomfit him. What on earth?]

What's so funny about that idea? [He demands with a dash of suspicion and a hint of aggravation.] I can't fathom any situation that I would want to find myself dining at a supper party, especially one where men are driven mad by the sight of spoons. If there is magic involved, you can be absolutely certain I won't let myself wander away slack-jawed and glassy-eyed after the siren song of dinner invitations.