Zach: *after having kicked a large pile of garbage aside, he stumbles upon a small thermostat meter. He is rather quick to clutch it up, then grabs his box and leaves the room, headed for the incubation area where he had left the dragon egg. He drops his stuff on the floor to go check up on the egg, making a mock gentle purr as he runs his fingers across the fertilized egg’s surface* You’re nice and warm now. Don’t worry – I’m gonna take care of you. I’m not going to let anything happen… *moves away to hunt for heating lamps, figuring this spot is best for that*
Cancer: Phh, it’s okay? It’s better than what you did. *smirks and chows down on her omelette* I guess your father is going hungry today. *grins* Same with Zach. Boys must not be able to handle spice.