Eugene followed along with the choppy flow of the conversation, but he expected no less from a kid who was cuddling a niffler. His own nieces and nephews could certainly give him a run for his money if he wasn't paying attention.

"Yes on the adventures, yes I have seen dragons, Ginger has not." The laugh that bubbled up was easy and clearly amused. Kids always thought of the biggest creature they could. "Thankfully not often, they're pretty nasty to deal with, there's a whole squad of people trained for that." Big, burly MacFusty men raised from birth to harness and snuggle dragons right out of the womb. Or something like that. They were the ones who dealt with that for the ministry at least.

Billie's questions about what happened to animals that they couldn't properly home was harder to answer and Eugene wavered on how to go about it for a minute. "Ah, well, sometimes we can send them to the zoo in Irvingly, that's fine. Sometimes breeders will take them. We see a lot of things come through the office each day, re-homing each and every one of them can be tricky. We never give them away to somebody we don't trust though." At least he didn't and he assumed his colleagues practiced the same kind of morality in the same situation!