"Huh. I wonder what it is about eyes..." He muses, digging in his satchel for a salted fish, thumbing out one of the eyeballs and holding it out to the little reptile as an offering. "Maybe it's just a scavenger thing? Are they hunters or scavengers, do you think?" Hunters, he's found, tend to go for the juicy internal bits, but it would make sense for scavengers to enjoy something else.

"Yeah, dragons. Berk - my island - is covered with them. Toothless is outside, actually, the uh, the hospital staff didn't want to let him in."