"These eggs are so fresh they still have some chicken-bum on them," warned the imp with a proud smile.
I looked at the basket of white and brown eggs, indeed, still dusted with scuz and feathers.
"Where did you get fresh chicken eggs, we're in the middle of a city..?"
The imp grinned wider, "I rescued some wild hens."
"That's...nice of you. And do they like their new home..?"
"They're finding your bedroom most agreeable!"
"Fff..."