"Yeah." Cara's smile was quick and a little shy. "But it means fresh eggs are valuable. The birds have to feel safe to lay. So when you eat these, you know someone took care to make them comfortable."
There was something almost poetic about that. Eggs that required trust and safety to exist. Marron carefully set the egg back in the basket. "How many can I use?"
"For everyone?" Cara counted mentally. "We've got about forty people here right now. Take... eight dozen? That should be plenty, and we've got more coming tomorrow."
Eight dozen eggs. Marron's mind immediately started calculating—that would give her more than enough for a generous pot of soup, with some left over for whatever tomorrow's meals needed. "Perfect. I'll also need chicken stock if you have it, or bones to make it. Ginger, garlic, scallions—"
