“…This is… not funny…”
"…it’s so… awful and oily oh god why can’t I stop?!”
“…This is… not funny…”
"…it’s so… awful and oily oh god why can’t I stop?!”
“…Good God… I’ll be the tallest little hobbit of them all.”
“Well, that’s… somewhat unusual. And you’re not sure who sent it, Baaya?”
“No, sir… it was on the doorstep this afternoon. Apparently, there was no signature required.”
“The return information is missing, too… That’s troubling. I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“It’s a good thing that you’re a detective, or that might be a problem.”
“Thank you, Baaya.”
Hakuba brought the box to his bedroom and opened it at his desk. “An egg? How peculiar.”
He removed it from the box and handled it gently, inspecting it from top to bottom with interest. “Very curious…” It didn’t appear to be a real egg, at least not any that he was familiar with, so he set it upon his desk to act as a rather large paperweight.
He’d need to get a stand for it to prevent it from rolling off.
“I will put this to great use! Thank you very much, Anonymous-san.”
“This is a little ominous. Is this a reference to Treasure Island?”
“It seems a little excessive and time-consuming, but I suppose that’s all right… She does seem to have my best interests at heart. Let’s just hope she leaves her head canon out of it.”