[Yeah, Cyrus wasn't usually the one up and making breakfast on the road or anything. Alfyn runs a hand (the one without any egg in it) through his hair.]
Well, unless you've got some kind of eggcellent spell in there somewhere, Professor, the whole pile of shells is just gonna stay...shells.
[He's so ready to just grin until his eyes close from the force of it? Once Cyrus picks up on the joke. Then he puts his axe back so he can use his hands and eyes without worrying about hitting any fragile scholars with a heavy weapon.]
Time to get to work!
[The truly amazing thing is that, while he searches for the egg shells, the tree roots seem to shift around him specifically to reveal what he's looking for. Alfyn's whistling a little and eventually picks up a bit of grass to chew, and seems quite unaware this is happening - his armful of eggshell bits just seems like all kinds of good luck!]
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Well, unless you've got some kind of eggcellent spell in there somewhere, Professor, the whole pile of shells is just gonna stay...shells.
[He's so ready to just grin until his eyes close from the force of it? Once Cyrus picks up on the joke. Then he puts his axe back so he can use his hands and eyes without worrying about hitting any fragile scholars with a heavy weapon.]
Time to get to work!
[The truly amazing thing is that, while he searches for the egg shells, the tree roots seem to shift around him specifically to reveal what he's looking for. Alfyn's whistling a little and eventually picks up a bit of grass to chew, and seems quite unaware this is happening - his armful of eggshell bits just seems like all kinds of good luck!]