Second Flight. [video/action for goldenrod city.]

[newberktown]

[So it wasn't very hard for Hiccup to notice that he was in a Completely Different Place. Being relatively new to Johto, this was a pretty jarring revelation for him--but he stopped questioning it long enough to realize that he was in the same place as Toothless, as well as the Night Fury's new friends.

Once he gets more used to this idea, he fiddles around with the pokegear until he gets it to a video feed. Even though he's outside, and as underdressed as he is, Hiccup doesn't really seem to be that bothered by the cold or the snow he's trudging through.]

Thanks to anyone who offered to pick me up for Ziva, but it's not needed, now. Not really sure how, but... I guess I'm in Goldenrod City.

[He looks away from the gear for a while, expression thoughtful.]

People have said this place is the most like back home for them. But it's really...strange. Is there anyone else who's not used to places like this?

[With that question, Hiccup ends the feed. For anyone in Goldenrod, he'll be wandering around, looking at the tall buildings, and getting lost!]

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[halfatail.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Apparently Toothless's eating habits aren't unknown around here-- the display gets a few rolled eyes from the staff who gave them their plates but nothing more.]

[The dragon-turned-boy looks up from his plate with a big grin and a smudge of ginger on his nose when Hiccup speaks, bobbling his head in agreement.]</sub>

Fish.

_{[But then he shifts in his seat a little, lifting a bulky arm to point at the wad of green stuff (http://www.pollsb.com/photos/o/19980-wasabi.jpg) on the edge of his plate. Then he looks significantly at Hiccup and shakes his head.]}

[newberktown.livejournal.com]

[Hiccup allows half a smile to curl, and if the other allows it he'll reach over with a napkin and clean Toothless's face up a little.]

Yes, yes... Fish.

[At Toothless's pointing, the boy studies the mystery substance. It doesn't look too bad, to him--and it certainly doesn't look like eel, which had put dragons into a frenzy of disgust, back home. Curious, and certain it is simply the other being picky, Hiccup dips an index in to scoop up a small amount. For a very brief moment, he smiles over to Toothless to show 'HEY LOOK, BUD. THIS FOOD IS OKAY.' Of course, once the sensation of the wasabi hits him, he decides that even a small amount is far too much.]

Oh gods! Oh jeez, Odin take me...

[There is the quick change of expressions, first to shock and then to a deep grimace, before he claps his hand over his mouth as if that will reverse the effects of the burning substance on his tongue. Brb, going to shovel food into mouth...]

[halfatail.livejournal.com]

<sub>[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.]

[HE TOLD YOU, MAN. HE WARNED YOU.]</sub>