It was one of those rare days in Ankh-Morpork when the sun, against all odds and treaties with local weather patterns, shone.
Not just shone—it blazed, glinting off soot-stained spires, sparkling in the suspiciously iridescent puddles between cobblestones, and even managing to coax steam from the long, thin alleyways where the rats wore hats and union badges. The light filtered through dust, spell residue, and the occasional fleeing spirit, lending the city an air of almost cheerful decay.
Inside, the shop was dimly lit and utterly alive. Shelves hummed. Boxes rustled suggestively. Somewhere in the rafters, a small flying corset flapped lazily and settled onto a perch made of polished mahogany and quiet whimpers.
Tessa stared down at the egg-shaped artifact in her palm, suspicion etched across her face. Mimble stood beside her, arms crossed and grinning with unbridled glee.
“It’s a simple concept, darling,” Mimble explained, in that dangerously nonchalant tone she reserved for ideas that always ended in calamity. “The Ever-Eager Egg responds to simple verbal commands. Perfectly harmless. Just think of the possibilities for the more… adventurous customers.”
“Harmless, right,” Tessa muttered. “And you want me to test it?”
“Of course! Who else would I trust with something so delicate?” Mimble’s grin widened. “Now, just place it… somewhere comfortable.”
Tessa reluctantly complied, tucking the egg, adjusting it, patting down her skirts, trying not to overthink the absurdity of her situation.
A delayed Easter gift 🐣 …hope you enjoy.