“Open it!” said Ewan.
I pulled the lid off my brother’s lunchbox and stared down at the three pieces of meat inside. They looked like barbequed chicken, but in strange curved shapes. “You stole their dinner.”
“Only a tiny bit of their dinner, but… look, it’s proof.”
“Of what? Ewan, you could have stolen these from nextdoor. You didn’t go to a magical world.”
“I did,” he picked up one of the pieces of meat. It was strangely claw-like. Tough and red.
Then I started laughing, because he was brandishing it and saying proudly, “This. Is from a dragon’s tail.”