The image of a chicken running through her flat was just too much for Gray and she started giggling at the table. "Yeah, I don't see that happening, feathers everywhere, and the clucking." She shook her head. It would be the clucking that would turn my egg layer into lunch."
She did like the idea of trying out different kinds of eggs, maybe this weekend she would go the the farmers market and see what local offerings there were. "Hmm, maybe I can work on the perfect omelet or something while I am finding the best kind."
The look on Percy's face told gray that he didn't get many offers of food and that just made her want to feed him more.