Our dragons. Nigel rarely thought of them that way, considering he didn't strictly have much to do with them, despite sharing a valley with them, but he supposed it was true. Their particular brand of dragon was different than the vipers that had torn through London without remorse. The Greens weren't quite so... feisty as far as dragons were concerned. Still, he didn't plan on getting up close and personal again any time soon.

"It'll be a lot of work," he agreed. There would be a ton of physical work to do, locating missing people (or bodies) an cleaning up the rubble. The long-term injuries would require a lot of work as well. The damage was done and now all they could do was clean up the mess.

Their food arrived and the smell made his stomach rumble; Nigel hadn't realized just how hungry he was until presented with the opportunity to eat. "Hopefully the ramifications in the long run will be manageable." It would be a lot of work for the obliviators and the ministry to keep the peace with the muggle world after this. Nigel took a grateful bite of his eggs and sighed wistfully. He could east an entire dozen at this point.