There are no incurable diseases
Raza brought up a good point. These eggs would certainly make a mess if they rotted. And perhaps Ray was overthinking this, still coming down from her adrenaline of the chase. She turned to Harper, returning the handshake with a firm but gentle hand. As Harper began to speak, it became clear that Ray may have judged him too early. He seemed bright. "You've got a point, I haven't heard any giant roosters. Thankfully."
Ray walked over to one of the eggs and laid a hand on it curiously. It didn't feel warm, just like the kinds of eggs she'd find at the market. An idea occurred to her. She sent a grin towards both of her companions. "Let's crack one open. If they aren't fertilized, how does a trying to make a giant omelet sound?" Ray was certainly curious as to if an endeavor was even possible. It might be as much of a mess as wrangling the mother was. But at least he'd be less destructive. Hopefully.
Only the lack of will
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