She is so cozy!!!

She tries her very best! Snuggle, snuggle.

"You're so... happy. At me, specifically. It's nice."

"I like you. You're..." he can't think of a word, so he hugs her instead.

Giggle.

"Huggable? Thank you, I try. I like you, too." Hug!

Giggly hug!!

Yes! And hairpets.

"So I get the impression that we're going to be snuggling a lot in the foreseeable future," she says. Snuggling demonstrably. "And I definitely like it a lot, but I think if I just snuggle I might get bored, and what would mean less snuggles. Which would clearly be terrible. Want to help me come up with snuggle-compatible hobbies?"

"I'm not sure I can think of any."

"Reading would be a good one, but then we run into the book problem again. I thought about embroidery, I could give that a shot. It's in the right vein of thing. I don't have much practice at, say, drawing, but that'd be appropriately easy to do while snuggling you. If you like music, I play the harp. Though, I think even a smaller harp might be a little awkward while snuggling, at the very least I wouldn't really be able to pet you while playing."

He giggles.

"You could learn magic," he suggests. "A good enough shaper could play the harp without touching it. ...takes a while to get that good, though."

"There's an idea. I hadn't thought I had the free time to invest to learn it that well, but I do have more free time now, don't I." She hums thoughtfully. "Yeah, that seems like a good option."

"I'm probably a horrible teacher but I can try anyway if you like."

"Sure, that sounds good." Snuggle. "And who else can say they learned magic from a dragon?"

Giggle. "Not very many people at all!"

"Nope. I get bragging rights." Hairpet. "When you do you want to start?"

"Well, are you bored yet?"

"... Not just yet," she says, smiling at him and snuggling a little closer.

"Well all right then." Snuggle.

Snuggle!

"Can I braid your hair again? It was fun."

"Sure, why not."

"Ee."

She shifts a little to get a better view of his hair, then carefully starts combing her fingers through it and re-braiding it.

He leans on her and smiles.

Braid braid braid. If she angles the braids right she can braid bits of his hair out of his face and away from his ears! It's actually practical! If, well, constantly coming apart because she has no ribbon.

Speaking of: "Can I have some ribbon?"

He giggles. Red light flickers between his fingers, and then he hands her a length of ribbon, red as his scales.

"Thank you," she giggles, then carefully ties off a braid with a pretty red bow. It looks suitably ridiculous. "Can I have more, but smaller, and thinner? I will make you the prettiest dragon."

More smaller thinner bits of ribbon!