[ He glances out the window and seeks, best he can, to catch sight of their permanently pleasant weather. Spring indeed. A perpetual spring save for the bitter chill that had heralded his arrival. Somehow, he can't help but wonder how his little darlings are doing back home... if his mindless clone has managed to feed and care for them as he has.
But attention back to his lord and the way he was picking at the egg. Hm. Eggs. Eggs were dangerous things around Alois. ]
Certainly out of the season for Thanksgiving. Or perhaps this place has something more to be thankful for.
[ Another glance over at the egg. ]
If the food isn't to your liking, master, I could provide a more substantial meal.