The aunt raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A meteorite, huh? That's dramatic. I like it."
She clapped her hands, excitement lighting up her face. "Can I help? Please? I promise I won't mess it up."
The mother rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a fond smile. "Fine, but no over-the-top theatrics. This has to look natural."
The aunt's mischievous grin widened. "Natural? Of course, Sister. You can count on me."
The father sighed, shaking his head with a faint smile. "Let's just make sure it's done properly," he said, already bracing himself for whatever antics might follow.
The three of them moved to the center of the subspace, where the father created a glowing pedestal with a wave of his hand.
The mother carefully placed the egg on it. Her movements were soft and careful, and she treated the egg as if it were the most fragile thing in the world.
