beatboxes my way in, can i borrow some eggs, its for a project
“Eggs?”
He probably ought to question this, but, at this point, he’s entirely numb. Without so much as a shrug, he wordlessly nips to the kitchen and returns with a carton, holding it out to her. “Is this enough?” The one thing he’s sure of is that it isn’t for a school project, or anything sensible in the slightest, but… “Do I want to know what the project is?”














