That caught Vereesa off-guard, and she furrowed her brows toward the girl.

"It's... an expression. Just something people say. It matters little."

Thankfully, her awkward explanation was cut short when a small beak emerged from the shell. It pecked and prodded, and little flakes of the shell began to fall to the table where the egg sat.

"A bird?"

When the head poked out, it exposed small, slimy scales, rather than feathers.

"Or not."