McGee sighed heavily and slumped down. The young woman in his kitchen ignored him and continued making herself a bowl of cereal. He sighed louder, very pointedly. She still ignored him.

"Saraaaah," he whined, drawing the vowels out.

Sarah McGee rolled her eyes but set the milk down and went over to his couch to stand over him.

"Didn't get the dragon?" she asked, eyeing the screen.

His little elf character was definitely dragon-less. Though he was in a market area of some kind. Sarah shook her head, some days she really did think that she knew too much about these games. Eh, they were fun.

"No," he replied with a pout directed at the screen.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at his dramatics. He decided to not take notice of it and huffily shove his controller to one side.

"Baby," she taunted, flicking his ear (that had always got him riled up). "Getting a dragon isn't that hard. You don't even have to battle them in this game. You can literally buy one at a market."

Yep, definitely knew too much about it. It was a really cool game. There was actually a decent plot to it.

Tim still hadn't answered her. Her eyes narrowed; she knew what that look on his face meant! She resisted the urge to rub her hands in glee. Her big brother was embarrassed!

He mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that? I didn't hear you," she said to him with a grin.

She really hadn't heard him but, hey, she was his little sister. She was allowed to torment him a bit.

"I couldn't find a dragon on sale," he repeated, louder but in a sheepish tone.

Sarah gaped at him. He couldn't find one?

"That's specifically a dragon-breeder's market," she said in exasperation, waving her hands at the image on the screen. "There has to be one that you can get."

"They're all too expensive," he defended, tilting his head back so her could frown at her.

"What?" Sarah asked, completely perplexed. "Did you lose some of your coins or something."

She'd got past this part on her own game. It was easy to afford a basic dragon.

"No," Tim replied glumly, picking at some lint on the sofa. "Barely spent any of my coin. Not even on the spell book from earlier."

"It's way overpriced," Sarah confided. "Barely anything useful."

"What else would you expect from a goblin merchant?" Tim asked matter-of-factly.

True, so he hadn't spent anything, or very title. He could definitely afford a dragon. Aw, he was looking so sad and pathetic about it.

"It's just a pretend dragon in a make-believe game," she chanted to herself.

But it was a dragon they were talking about here.

"Oh, give me that," Sarah demanded, finally caving.

She hopped over the back of her brother's couch to land next to him and grab the game controller. She bounced slightly, due to the newness of it or lack of people who had used it. Almost certainly the second.

"Hey!" Tim complained at both the theft of the controller and the jumping on furniture.

Sarah did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out at him. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Mine now," she claimed, turning to the screen.

"I was still playing," he pointed out.

"Badly."

"Was not!"

"You couldn't even barter for a freaking dragon!"

Tim spluttered but folded his arm in a sulky manner.

"Didn't need a dragon anyway," he said with a definite pout.

"And how exactly where you going to get that treasure?"