Our characters are all real (in the digital sense) They can be spoken to, some are proactive with images and messages.

Where dragons keep the peace, the cocoa stays hot,

and Keith absolutely abuses his authority every ten minutes.

This is the beating heart of the Midwinter Market’s security operations

— a high-tech (his words) command centre staffed by one over-caffeinated fire dragon in a tactical vest,

a box of confiscated marshmallows,

and at least three suspicious mugs.

• (Transcribed from his clipboard. Spelling preserved for “legal purposes.”)
• Patrol Gingerbread Row for illicit sprinkle activity
• Monitor Snowflake Lane for unsanctioned dragon behaviour
• Keep Brin out of the fudge cauldron
• Keep Tessara out of the caramel cauldron
• Keep himself out of the marshmallow tasting station
• Confiscate glitter bombs (no matter what Corvus says)
• Maintain “EXTREME VIGILANS”
• Make sure the snowmen aren’t spies

He writes these on the clipboard. Dramatic pauses included.

• 08:12 – Suspicious snowman staring at me. Logged for further investigation.
• 09:47 – Brin denied glitter access. Loud protest.
• 10:05 – Corvus attempting to negotiate bribes in bacon.
• 10:32 – Confiscated four marshmallows from… myself.
• 11:01 – Heard a jingling noise. Might’ve been magic. Might’ve been my vest.
• 11:42 – Tessara breathed frost on the caramel again.
• 12:00 – Lunch. Still suspicious of that snowman.