"Fertilized duck egg," Eric answered, nonchalant in his voice. He was already eating his second egg.
Evangeline frowned. She didn't hear anything like it before.
But then, she shrugged since it was neither bad or delicious. It was okay. She pressed the egg against her lips and sucked from its crack. Something shot in her mouth, and she stopped sucking. A little stunned and uneasy, she munched the chunky flesh.
Crunch!
Her brows creased as the food ground between her teeth. It was soft and crunchy and . . . slimy.
Shrugging away the weird combination of textures, she pushed it down in her throat as she peeled the rest of the shell, exposing the yellow gooey substance.
