[Lara, meanwhile, is not particularly bothered by the smell. She does seem rather put off by suddenly being drenched in dragon-drool.]

[She shakes off and looks up at Toothless; she appreciates the thought, but the slobber is gonna have to stop.]

[Harry recognizes the look in her eyes and frantically starts digging through his bag.]

Hey! Dragon- thing. You like fish, right? Want some nice fish? I have- well, I don't have fish, I have, ah-

[Another moment of frantic digging in the bag before producing something.]

Cookies! You like cookies? Good enough for ewoks, right?

[He's waving around a pack of chocolate-chip cookies, trying to get Toothless' attention.]