It's another hour before we leave the bed and only because we are wasting away to nothing without food. A basket waits on the doorstep that apparently Sierra expected. "They will restock the fridge and cupboards today while we're out," she tells me. "They honor you with gifts of food."

"I pay for the food," I tell her because it's true.

She smiles as she shakes her head. "No, silly dragon, you pay Dmitri. The bears couldn't care less about money. They take care of me ...