Pickett, is a small creature that hides in my pocket. [As if Newt of all people would accept the reasoning of Toothless just being a dragon.] There's no way I'd underestimate a dragon. I handled them during the Great War.

[The rabbit-like creature sniffs at Toothless curiously before getting on its hind legs to look about them.

Newt's face seems to light up a tad though. Just, the word friends was so foreign to him that there was something so nice to hear it from another.] Yes, I suppose that is what friends do. Help each other. Thank you.