eggs, eggs, and more eggs

[lunardancing]

[ Dawn has been a fairly regular customer at the cafe lately, and today is no exception.

She's sitting at an outside table by herself, dressed a little differently than usual and sipping a cup of tea. There's four eggs on the table in front of her, and she's staring at them with an almost exasperated expression on her face. ]What am I going to do

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[typeless]

[There's some one else who's a regular customer, but she's still walking blind. Thus the bo staff as a walking stick.

She does turn her head in Dawn's direction when she talks though.]

... Dawn?

[lunardancing]

[ Dawn turns in Leaf's direction when she hears her voice, smiling. She's been walking without a sense of pain for the last while, and been pretty lucky she doesn't need a stick to walk herself. ]

Hey, Leaf.

[typeless]

Mm. What happened?

[lunardancing]

My Empoleon brought some Eggs home.

[loveliestwish]

[ Having never seen Pokemon eggs before, Leaf rather surprise to see them, although her face doesn't really show it. ]

Those eggs... are rather big. [ She's not really sure what else to say but state the obvious. ]

[lunardancing]

[ Another double, Dawn guesses, because the only Leaf she's acquainted with wouldn't say something like that. ]

They're Pokemon eggs.

[loveliestwish]

Pokemon... eggs? [ Wait what Pokemon come from eggs? She just assumed that they sort of appeared from nowhere in order to torment humans. ]

[lunardancing]

Yeah, Piplups. [ Dawn isn't quite picking up on the confusion just yet. ]

[stalkerwithacap]

[Oooooh]
You got eggs?

[lunardancing]

Yep. Piplup eggs. [ Hay Gold hay. ]

[stalkerwithacap]

Sweet. One of your pokemon?

[lunardancing]

My Empoleon brought them home.

no worries, bb <3

[lunardancing]

[ A-Aww, we have such a soft spot for Budews. ]

Hey there little guy.

[lunardancing]

[ ... ... ... Well. That was certainly, um. Unexpected. ]

What was that for?

[championfire]

{Sadly Cafes to Red are just little more then a way to get sweets. He'll be happily leaving with a pastry, until he spots those eggs.}

... ...Thats going to be a lot of work.

[lunardancing]

[ Looking up! ]

I don't plan on keeping all of them.

[championfire]

What kind are they?

[lunardancing]

Piplup eggs. They're my Empoleon's.