Drake reached into the next nesting box, his dragon claws dwarfing the small eggs inside. He pulled one out gently, surprisingly gently, and held it up to the light.
"It's... warm," he said.
"Eggs are warm when they're fresh," Lucien said.
"I know that. I just... I didn't expect it."
He placed the egg in the basket and reached for another.
Boo floated above them, watching the chickens. One of them pecked at the ground near him.
"Hello, chicken," Boo said. "Do you know you're about to be part of a delicious meal?"
The chicken clucked.
"I'll take that as yes."
Another chicken wandered over and pecked at Boo's translucent foot. Her beak passed right through him.
"Ah! She tried to eat me!"
"Chickens don't eat ghosts," Lucien said.
"This one might. She looks ambitious."
Lucien ignored him and finished collecting the eggs. He counted them twice to be sure. "Ten. We're done."
Drake looked into the nesting boxes. "There are more eggs here."
