"Stan!" Butters says.

He puts his hand on the table, heavily.

"What's wrong, Leo?" I ask.

"We need you. Help me out," Leo says.

"What do you need me for?" I ask.

"Gather the books on dragons you can find! She might be dangerous," Leo says.

"D-Dragons?" I ask.

He nods and puts some books on the table.

"Put them in your bag, we mapped her nest," Leo says.

I put them in and Leo comes over, putting... I'm pretty sure half a shelf, into his bag.

"Why me?" I ask.

"You're not stupid and you're not easy to freak out...," Leo says.

He starts, quickly, walking away. I run after him until we reach an opening.

"Leo! Stan!" Kenny yells.

Leo drags me further away.

"What the hell?" I ask.

"Where's Baahir?" Leo asks.

"It burned his hand. Gary went with him," Kenny says.

"'It'?" I ask.

"Turn about 180 degrees, Stan," Leo says.

I turn, only to be faced with huge eggs.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

"You got the books?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah. Let's get to it then. Tweek, Kevin, Bebe, Stan, take your books," Leo says.

"Not until you tell me what the hell those things are," I say.

"Dragon eggs," Kenny says.

A book hits me in the back of the head.

"D-Dragon... DRAGON EGGS?" I ask.

"Yup," Leo says.

"EXPLAIN THIS! PLEASE!" I yell.

"Shut up or the mum finds us," Kenny says.

"WHAT?" I ask.

"Stan, shut up and read. In short, we are trying to find out how to get the mother to calm down enough to be send away," Kevin says.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"They wanted to have Kyle but thought he would freak out. Apparently I'm the next best option for this shit," Kevin says.

I sigh and take the book.

"Okay, by the eggs... it's actually pretty easy to get away from here," Bebe says.

"What if the headmaster wants it here?" I ask.

"I don't care! It's dangerous!" Tweek speaks up.

"Can you guess which ones cousin was ripped apart by a dragon?" Kenny asks.

"RIPPED APART?" I ask.

"Went fucking around with the eggs," Bebe says.

"ARE WE NOT FUCKING WITH THE EGGS AT THE MOMENT?" I ask.

"Shut up," Kevin says.

"What do we need, Bebs?" Kenny asks.

"Never call me that again! And apparently it has a really good nose. Calming it down would be easier with a calming scent?" Bebe asks.

"What is a calming scent like?" Kenny asks.

"Wood," I answer, loudly.

"What? Say that again?" Bebe asks.

"Wood. I always thought it was calming, I can't really say for a FUCKING DRAGON but I just personally have a lot of calming memories with wood, so," I say.

"That... might not be a bad idea. Anything else?" Kenny asks.

"Oh I'm going to come off as a fucking mommas boy but I've liked vanilla since forever," Kevin says.

"Why would that make you a momma's boy?" Kenny asks.

"I like the scent of coffee," Tweek says.

"It's disgusting, in my opinion but you do you," I say.

"No no, let me finish. But as something calming, there is nothing better than the scent *gah* of grass. I don't particularly have a reason, I just like the scent of it when snow has *gah* m-melted and the glass comes out," Tweek says.

I nod.

"Cinnamon with apples? I think it's from when I was really really young but it's pleasant in my opinion. But while alone, I like the scent of neither," Bebe says.

She shrugs.

"But I also like this perfume my mum had. Citrus and some slight flowers. I liked it a lot, stole a bottle when I was young," Bebe says.

"Oh I remember that!" Kenny says.

"I feel like everyone is getting really personal... so, eh, I like the scent of whiskey. Or whisky, whichever someone calls it. Anyway, it's a very unsettling kind of calming," I say.

"Where did you smell whisky?" Bebe asks, surprised.

"I've got quite the father," I say.

"He hasn't... has he?" Kevin asks.

"No! He'd never. I mean, maybe ones or twice but... I don't know. It was like 3 and 7 years ago and one was an accident so I don't think it even counts," I say.

"Oh Stan, I'm so sorry!" Bebe says.

"Don't pity me," I say.

I smile at her.

"Moving on! Any more wholesome scents?" I ask.

They all look around.

"Any kind of food," Kenny says.

"Kenny... what?" Kevin asks.

"My family is pretty poor. So, I mean, I think food smells pretty damn good. One of the many reasons I eat so much," Kenny says.

Oh this is so fucking personal all of a sudden.

"Peppermint," Leo says.

Oh here comes an another heartwarming story.

"I like the scent of peppermint. Most people don't put it together with Christmas but I do. Honestly, you know those bag people got from middle school if they were really good at something? Well, I always got chosen as the one for 'good work in the student council' and we had this small bag, which we got Christmas and Summer break. I always got peppermint candy and biscuits for Christmas, along with like five pounds. I don't know, it stuck with me. I'm sorry my dog didn't die and leave me a peppermint," Leo says.

"Can't the dragon just be forced to have sleeping potion or something?" I ask.

"Ooooh. That seems smart," Kenny says.

"I have some as *gah* m-my medication. I'm not sure I have enough," Tweek says.

I laugh.

"Well, I have to get sick," I say.

"Or we could break into the potion masters ingredient closet?" Kenny asks.

"I'm in," Bebe says.

"And this is why most of us aren't Gryffindor, you will run into stupid situations," I say.

"Hey! You can't say that! You're Hufflepuff, you're meant to be nice!" Kenny says.

"I'm not supposed to suck up to your stupid plan, Ken," I say.