EDIT 30/5/16

Living in a family who has only now revealed that they are all fire-breathing lizards? Awesome, but it took some getting used to for Johnathon.

"Hey, Jakers! It's time to-" Opening the door to their son's bedroom with their characteristic goofy smile, Johnathon discovered not the human Jake but the dragon Jake, which was still a little bit of a shock to them.

Jake was literally curled up on bed, their large head resting on their impressively sharp claws, their tail wrapped around themselves. Their wings were folded, but they were relaxed and lying on either side of their pointy ridged back. Their teeth, each fully bigger than a pinkie finger at least, were showing in a sort of smile. At the end of their snout, a little puff of smoke escaped at every exhale.

This was their son, Jake Long.

"Hey, Jakeroo!" Johnathon tried, but Jake was completely oblivious. They was going to have to wake the dragon some other way.

Approaching the bed somewhat apprehensively, Johnathon was now directly above Jake's scaly head. They gave their son's shoulder a little poke.

Jake stirred, opening their eyes slowly.

"Do the whata-whata! Be afraid of the American- Dad!"

Jake jumped, a small amount of fire spurting out of their nostrils as they raised himself up on their front two claws, making Johnathon back off sharply.

"Good morning, son!" Johnathon waved, making Jake smile and wave back.

"Good morning, Da- oh." With a flash of blue light, the dragon changed into a rather drowsy-looking, pyjama-clothed, human Jake Long. "Sorry for the scare, Dad."

"You didn't scare me." Johnathon laughed nervously. "It's all good, Jakeroo. Rough day with the magical stuff?"

Jake snorted. "You bet! This big troll was hanging under the Brooklyn Bridge, and they wouldn't move! So I had to fight them and by the end I was so tired, man I just crashed!"

"Hey, that's… cool!" Jonathon ruffled their son's hair. "You should take me to see a troll someday-"

"Dad! Not the hair!" Jake pushed their father's hands away. "And, uh, I think we'll start with something small, like a fairy. But they don't come out in the rain."

"Rain?" Jonathon raised an eyebrow. "It's just a little overcast. And speaking of outside, get ready for Sunday park time!"

"Wait, what?"

"I already made the sandwiches, put my sweat and blood into it!" Jake cringed as they noticed their father's bandaged finger.

"I hope that's a figure of-"

"So what are you waiting for? Let's get hopping!"Jonathon dashed out of the room, leaving an uneasy Jake to get changed.

~Line Break~

Sitting under a tree with a picnic blanket spread out was normally a wonderful thing to do on Sunday lunchtime. However it was not so when it was chucking buckets of rain, and everybody was sitting in dripping coats that weren't quite waterproof.

"Isn't this just simply glorious, mi famillia?" Jonathon bit into a soggy sandwich before immediately coughing and spitting it out, making a brief disgusted face as they threw it over their shoulder."Err... who needs food when we have each other?"

"Me." There were moments when Jake remembered that they were a cold-blooded lizard. They was feeling that horrible chill only felt when their water-resistant anorak was soaking and the freezing damp was beginning to seep through onto their clothes, and then their skin. "Those spring rolls were my favourite. Were."

"It… can't be that bad, Jakers!" Jonathon tried.

A monster drop of water dropped out of the tree above and splatted right on the top of Jake's head. They growled. "That's it!" A flash of blue appeared behind them and suddenly they were holding their vibrant red wing over their head.

Susan leaned over. "Jake!" They hissed. "We're in a public place, honey."

"Yo, Mom!" Jake raised their eyebrows at the rain. "You think anybody else is crazy enough to be having a picnic in this storm?"

"If I wasn't such a perfect child," Hayley, ever hopeful, picked up a spring roll but dropped it immediately when it dissolved in their hands. "I would totally join you, Jake. But you're forgetting one thing."

"What?" Jake snapped. At the same time there was a clickfrom behind a bush as Rotwood's camera took a nice shot of the dragon boy.

"Everything you assume generally tends to be wrong." Hayley looked behind themselves as the bushes trembled suspiciously. "It's like you're part of a cartoon series or something."

"Shut up!"

"Young man!" Jonathon wasn't entirely sure how to go about this talk. "If you would stop being rude to your sister... and..."

"I'll handle it." Susan rolled their eyes. "If you can't behave, I'll tell your grandfather you are feeling up to some nice hard training-"

"Done!" Jake's wing disappeared before Susan could even finish their sentence. "And now I'm wet again."

"Well, I suppose this isn't the weather for a picnic. Should we hit the road?" Jonathon suggested.

"Why didn't you ask sooner?" Hayley and Jake upped and ran, leaving the adults to follow.