Of course. [And she moves onto the clutch, crouching by the pile of eggs as she gives each one of them a careful look-over. Once in a while, she reaches into the clutch and lifts an egg carefully, scrutinizing it from all sides before setting it down again amongst the other eggs, marking down mentally which eggs she's already considered and which ones still require her perusal.
After a good few minutes, she emerges from the clutch with an egg in hand, apparently satisfied. The egg has a mottled splotch that somewhat resembled a droplet of water, which caught her eye. Franziska isn't one to believe in omens, but the pattern is appealing, and in all honesty she doesn't know how to properly appraise eggs anyway.
She shows the egg to Cecil, almost proudly.] I have chosen this one.
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After a good few minutes, she emerges from the clutch with an egg in hand, apparently satisfied. The egg has a mottled splotch that somewhat resembled a droplet of water, which caught her eye. Franziska isn't one to believe in omens, but the pattern is appealing, and in all honesty she doesn't know how to properly appraise eggs anyway.
She shows the egg to Cecil, almost proudly.] I have chosen this one.
The price is P1000, correct?