Dylan eyed the giant ICE SLIDE...trying to decide whether to take it or not. Shrugging it off for now on account that his stomach was too full, he stepped around, flopping down on some of the pillows and cushions. Seriously, his belly was packed too tight...and in the land of all that was Dylan, that meant sleepy-time.

He lounged easily, stretching out and getting comfortable. Sweet Merlin, these pillows were awesome. Where had they found them? Were they goose-feathered or something? Peacock-feathered, maybe? Yep, one or two were getting stolen after everything was said and done.

Oh yes.

Feeling his eyes falling a little heavy, Dylan was close to drifting off...

Merlin help whoever tried messing with him...