trichosurus vulpecula

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi picks up an egg, more out of curiosity than a desire for an egg. It is an elaborate egg, worthy of the Hikari collection. This, of course, is a deception.]

[The egg wiggles in his hands. Satoshi blinks. The egg wiggles some more. It cracks a little, and then a little more, and then...

And then...

And then a possum sticks it furry little head out.

A possum sticks its head out of an egg, wait, what?]

What.

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[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'll be finding out then.

[ex_fatalist246]

I guess so. [Satoshi's possum has decided to climb up over his shoulder, which is... slightly uncomfortable, but he takes it in stride.] It seems pointless when there's already a kitchen.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[The Master watches it with some curiousity but doesn't make a move to get closer.]

It just means I can make an omelet.

[ex_fatalist246]

The kitchens also have eggs of all varieties.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Not these kind.

[ex_fatalist246]

They do theoretically. They produce all variety of things randomly. So the possibility's there.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

I don't feel like going through the trouble of looking for them.

[ex_fatalist246]

If that's what you want.

[Whether or not he approves, he does 'apathy' very well.]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Could be.

[Luckily for him, the Master doesn't care.]