Toothless is trotting next to Charlie when she stops, and he comes to a skidding halt in the grass, blinking, as she smacks herself. A furrow appears in his face — almost as human as someone raising their brows — as he blinks, but the confusion from his bright green gaze is lifted a moment later by her comments.

He trills softly, posture straightening as he puffs out his chest. Why, yes, he can get fish by himself!

Sometimes.

If he's feeling lucky.