The Hunt: Clara & Pavel - The Eggsperts!
Clara thought she detected something on his mind, but chalked it up to homesickness. She missed her hometown too, and it wasn't as far away as his. She hoped talking about home helped.
"That sounds good. Do they make it fresh? There's nothing like freshly baked bread for a treat." Clara tried not to indulge too often. There was always pressure on a dancer about her weight, even though it never came from her parents. "Oh, decorating eggs! We did that in school when I was younger and took the eggs to a retirement home to make it cheerful for the elderly people." She watched the demonstration and tried to picture the tradition in her mind at the same time. "They eat the eggs that break? Sounds like more fun than cracking a wishbone. They're, um, they're not eating raw eggs are they?"
Clara gently added the egg the basket. "Thank you. It's a were nose. Great for egg hunting, not so good when it comes to crowded elevators." She joked and grinned. "We've got a good collection started. I think Ladon has a chance to win this thing. Do you have any ideas for a theme?"