You sound like my dad again. [He delivers with a wry smile, testing a few straps and mechanisms.] I've been doing this for years! Well, not the magic thing. The flying thing. [You aren't living if you aren't regularly plummeting toward the ground from hundreds of feet in the air.]

I can't wait to give it a shot. Today's as good a day as any, I can show you what I've got as far as directed gliding, anyway! Shall we go up?

[Toothless lumbers to his feet, shaking like a dog, perking up at the idea of flying.]