[Such a good sport! Toothless just wrinkles his nose and leans away from the napkin a little (but sits still obediently enough as his face gets wiped off), but his expression turns immediately to wide-eyed concern as Hiccup samples the wasabi.]
[It's the kind of stuff that Toothless himself probably could have enjoyed if he'd still been a dragon-- but human mouths aren't really built for breathing fire. Or for handling ... this. He'd learned this the hard way, so he stands from his chair abruptly with a worried chuff, and then shoves his glass of water in Hiccup's direction meaningfully.]
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[It's the kind of stuff that Toothless himself probably could have enjoyed if he'd still been a dragon-- but human mouths aren't really built for breathing fire. Or for handling ... this. He'd learned this the hard way, so he stands from his chair abruptly with a worried chuff, and then shoves his glass of water in Hiccup's direction meaningfully.]
[HE TOLD YOU, MAN. HE WARNED YOU.]