Ambrosia was enjoying the casual camaraderie that seemed to be developing between the two of them.  On the surface, they might have seemed very different but looks could often be deceiving like that.  Even if they came at it from different angles and different places, their philosophies seemed closely matched.  

"Catnip?  Really?"  She laughed, imagining the large furred mutant being stoned on the 'nip.  She also wondered if that was something faerie dragons would be vulnerable to.  After all, they were kind of 1/2 cat and 1/2 dragon all rolled into a little ball of cuteness and colourful fire.  That was one thing she shouldn't investigate.  Probably.  Maybe.

"Well, I suppose you are kind of a cat so that kind of makes sense, right?  Besides, I'm sure its fun, right?"  That was one indulgence she really knew nothing about, although she'd seen house cats that certainly seemed to enjoy it so it couldn't be all bad.

Manti chuckled. amused by the thoughts of his unusual drug association. "Oh believe me it's very entertaining." he said, "Imagine if you will an lion sized house cat, mix in a bundle of psychedelic hallucinations and 'happy kitty' mode," It was difficult to actually remember the type of things he did while under the influence, like liking through a haze of cotton candy, he just knew that he liked it, and that he was extremely euphoric and incapacitated while under. His friends had shown him pictures of him playing with a ball of string, something he clearly did not remember, but was hilarious none the less. "So what kind of follies does a mini dragon get into?" he asked, as long as they were sharing embarrassing stories, he wanted to hear what Ambrosia got into.

"Well, I make a great spy," she answered with a giggle and another sip of her drink.  "I mean, not a spy spy but think mischievous, scaled flying cat and unattended windows.  You'd be surprised the kinds of things you see and hear!"  It wasn't that she was intentional spying, really, but there were a few friends that she had an open invitation to just pop by, in any form, and stay for a bit.  The freedom of being able to fly.  Despite the scales, she'd always felt like more of a cat than a proper reptile and that's just the sort of thing that cats did.  They came and went as they pleased.


"I've got a few friends with whom I have an open invitation to fly in at any time.  They always half expect it, but you should see the look on some of their newer and more casual partner's faces when suddenly there's a tiny talking dragon and they're getting all hot and bothered.  Hilarious and so worth it!"  The good ones took it in good stride and the not so good ones were usually weeded out pretty quickly.

"Ahh so a professional dirt digger." said Manti, winking in jest. He could see where having a pair of wings would come in handy, as well as a small sized form. Of course he couldn't remember when he could have applied 'small' to himself in that regard since his mutation had made him a giant among most crowds. Many things he excelled at, but not drawing attention was not one of them. And he trusted this dragon elf enough to figure that she didn't use her talents for nefarious purposes. Mischief he could understand, he was a guy after all, but he knew where to draw the line.

"You need to get yourself a cat sized camera, take some reaction shops and post them on facebook," said Manti who thought the idea was very entertaining. It wouldn't be hard to find a camera that a small dragon could carry. Drones had them all the time, and even a cell phone was now the equivalent of near high definition filming. He had one himself, but they were not designed for hands like his, he had to use a stylus for it to read properly since his padded fingers were much larger then a standard users.

"A tiny camera?  Brilliant!  You have a mind for this mischief, I think."  She grinned from ear to ear.  He was a cat, so to speak, so perhaps such things went without saying.  Were cats not known for their mischief right along with their grace and their beauty?  It was all in good fun, of course.  She didn't have a malicious one in her body and, as far as first impressions went, Manti didn't seem the sort of wish harm on others either.  Or at least, she didn't have malicious intent towards anyone except maybe those who harmed others first.  Sometimes they just deserved any bad thing that came to them.

"I never really thought about photography before.  I guess that could be an interesting past time, though.  Maybe a way to save up for school?  Or, better yet, I could make a real statement.  An artistic statement!"  She was all ready a performer, taking on a new medium might prove itself interesting.  Of course, first she'd need actual money to invest in an actual tiny camera and actual money was sadly lacking in her life.  Retail just didn't pay in riches.  Why couldn't she be the sort of dragon with an actual dragon horde, again?

"A tiny camera? Brilliant! You have a mind for this mischief, I think."

"I try," said Manti, pleased at her reaction to the suggestion. He did his fair share of pranks and got into interesting situations enough to know a kindred spirit in mischief making. "A birds eye view would probably reveal it's fair share of secrets." Of course he couldn't fly, it was a cool prospect, but that was one of the things his mutation did not grant him. Well, he would just have to settle for being awesome.

"Artistic statements? eh..." said Manti, not so much into 'statements' the word seemed to be thick with unreliable results, so many things were called 'statements' when in fact they looked little more then meaningless garbage someone threw together and demanded was 'art', "I'd go the college route myself, if I weren't already living the dream." He supposed he could learn a few new things from college, he was a great bike expert, but he did know there were limits to what he could do, and maybe the right school could show him some things he didn't know he was missing out on.