Zee carefully cuts the brownies into little squares and piles them atop a plate, which in turn is set atop the little glass cake stand that looms tall and proud behind the counter in all of its cheap, glassy glory.

There has rarely, if ever, been an actual cake on the cake stand.

Usually it's whatever Zee has baked recently. Often brownies. Sometimes cookies. Occasionally more exotic confections. Zee has been branching out a bit, lately.

She takes one of the fresh out of the oven brownies and waves it under the little bronze wyrmling's nose. First he stars sniffing at it. Then his little scaly eyelids open, shortly followed by his nictitating membrane sliding back as his eyes roll forward. He blinks several times, trying to focus, and quickly realizes that there's delicious smelling food in front of him. He reacts to this in the only reasonable fashion, namely by eating it. "Oh gosh that's so good..." he mutters, chocolate smeared all over his lips. He raises his little head and finds himself gazing up into the face of his mother. Because... of course that's his mother. Who else would she be? But didn't mom die? No, that can't be right, because mother is right here. There was someone else who really loved him who died, though. They died to stop the faeries from getting him. Nymmurah. He'll always remember her. She was such a nice dragon. But mother didn't get there fast enough, and Nymmurah didn't make it.

It makes Navanaxinermis kind of sad, thinking about it. But... that's how bronze dragons are. They don't go looking for death, but they'll lay down their lives to save others. Because that's the right thing to do. Navvy thinks about that, and it makes him sad, but also kind of happy, knowing that Nymmurah is getting rewarded for her selflessness by Lord Bahamut right now. He blinks away a little tear, then licks his lips and looks around.

"Where are we, mom?" he asks. Look at all these neat people! There are so many of them!

"Trog's tavern," mother replies with that wonderful smile of hers. "My room's up on the second floor. We'll be living here for now. Why don't you go play with that other wyrmling who's about to crash through the window?"

"What?" Navvy replies, confused, moments before a little bismuth dragon smashes through one of the windows and crash-lands into a table. Navvy gives a little roar that definitely wasn't an adorable squeak of surprise. He glances at the other dragon. Then at mother, who just smiles mysteriously at him. Then he gives his wings a little shrug, hops off the carpet-covered cat tree, and trots over to the table the new wyrmling is standing on. "What sorta thing were you huntering at?" Navvy asks curiously as he stands up on his hind legs and places his paws on the edge of the table. "Because if you were huntering at tables then that sure was a swell pounce."

The dwarves and elves at the table may feel consternation toward this development.

Meanwhile!

Zee feels nothing particularly weird regarding the newcomer's smile.

It's anatomically accurate.

What else is there?

"You're in Trog's Tavern, specifically," Zee replies brightly. "And the City of Inside, a bit less specifically. And the Nexus, if we're talking really non-specific. Congratulations! You've tripped into the grease trap of reality! Or the crossroads of all possible worlds. Or a really awful giant crossover fanfic with five times the references and half the coherence." She plucks up a confection with a napkin and holds it out toward the newcomer. "Would you like a welcome brownie?"

He should accept.

Zee's brownies are great.

Then Zee kind of... leans to one side a bit, peering around the newcomer at ANOTHER newcomer limping in through the door.

"Hmm... Sir?" she asks. "Do you mind if I help that woman not die? It should only take a minute."

Unfortunately for Juliana there doesn't appear to be any music, live or otherwise, going on at the moment.