“It may be that it was hidden in someone’s bag and was left behind on accident.” Shura sets aside her wine, focusing her attention on peeling the egg as she continues. “Mushrooms can spring up overnight, and that egg made plants grow better, so it may have just been good timing.”

Good, but very weird timing. Shura doesn’t know whether or not to feel suspicious about it. “It might be that whoever had it didn’t realize what it was. I didn’t really know myself, honestly.”

She tears off a piece of egg white and holds it to Aconite’s snout. It takes a moment, but the smell of food is enough to rouse the dragonet, and she promptly snatched it from Shura’s fingers, making a soft growling noise as she chews.