“I can’t do this.” (dam-sunnyd-apollo)
"Oh, come on," Embry chuckled, "Just because it isn't ambrosia doesn't mean it'll kill you. Plus, I'm a much better cook than my mother is. I think you'll be okay."
“Why don’t we give the adventure a shot? I’ve felt too cooped up here,” Embry looked towards the door, “You have to pick the story we go to, though.”
"But, that's so much thinking, there are so many stories," He laughed a bit, "Okay, uhhhh, we could always go to Camelot or even Arendelle."
“Oooo, those could be fun,” Embry thought for a moment, “Camelot sounds like a good idea. I haven’t gone myself yet; I was kind of worried who I would be turned into. But I’d be okay if you’re with me.”
"Well, of course, I got your back," He smiled, "I just hope I am not anyone who like dies or something."
Embry laughed, “Considering most of the characters in the story die tragically, I have to agree with you. If anything, I would want to be a dragon.”
