[ It's the middle of the night, and Akara's on some rooftop somewhere. Anywhere. Whatever city, whatever height. Find her if you want to, otherwise there's this video going on. ]

So, wait, you fuckers ain't got some bullshit hierarchy going on yet? That what I hear? That even remotely fuckin' accurate?

Swear I don't even know what to do with myself if there ain't a bunch of nobs swaggering around goin' all 'hurr durr duurr we are teh superior cuz we jizz magic-an-shit durr derr de durr darr der lookit how special an fuckin' loaded we aaaare'.

[ Sorry, did you think the swearing would stop once she got her bearings? Ha. Ha. You're funny. ]

New world, new world... maybe there's pros among all these cons. Little ones.

Still, always some cock-weasel shit-for-brains punching down. Always. Betcha still got that, don't ya?

[ Hear that rattle-rattle-rattle sound? If anyone has a clue what they're listening to, that's definitely cans of spray paint getting ready for use. ]

[All you can see is bright blue and yellow flaming wings and feathers, but after Marco shifts, it's pretty obvious he's nesting the eggs. They're probably plastic and there's probably nothing in them, but Marco seems to think otherwise, or he's just not willing to take the risk.]

I'm taking off from work until further notice, yoi.

[And he croons them a lullabye. Well... That's a thing.]

[In her own home in Nova City, Grell uses the front camera of her phone, showing not only her tussled red locks while wearing a blue, button down shirt, but showing a bit of tiredness.

Okay, a lot of tiredness.]

It’s no secret that we’ve been gifted eggs, but if anyone has difficulty keeping an eye on them, or doesn’t want to be bothered with taking care of them, Deputy Guardian Marco will gladly keep them cozy, safe, and warm.

[She switches the camera to the back of the device, showing two sofas brought parallel to each other, two tables also parallel to each other, so together they create a make-shift den of sorts. This new space is filled with many blankets, a dozen pillows and cushions, three eggs (clearly marked “GRELL”, “MARCO”, and "NAMUR" with black ink on the shell), and a large, blue, sparkly phoenix fussing over them both.]

He’s been keeping me up most of the time after our shift, asking things like “is the thermostat high enough?” or “I think I felt it move, yoi!” or some other rubbish like that.

[There’s definitely grumpiness in her voice.]

So if you wish to leave your egg with us, write your name on it, and bring a blanket. We’ll give you our address, if interested. No payment necessary.

[The camera switches back to her, and she seems to be closer to the “nest”, sitting on the back of one of the couches.]

While I have your attention, Marco and I are married, not only to the job, but to each other, which makes things a bit difficult if we wish to take a short honeymoon together. Even after almost three years of marriage we’ve not taken one. We instead played paintball around campus in the previous world we met.

[They have the best priorities…]

So, what would you suggest we do for a day trip somewhere, hmm?

[The video opened to a very frustrated mage dressed much different than normal. Instead of his usual tan robe, he had on a green tunic that Ted had given him, and a pair of slacks, sitting in the middle of the woods and looking quite uncomfortable.]

I-I don't like pants...

[He shifted uncomfortably in them.]

Th-They... They feel like a cage for the fun parts. Wh-Why do so many people wear p-pants instead of robes?

[Sorry Ted. He tried.]

So I've noticed the lot of ye carryin' on about an egg.

We've got two of 'em about here, turns out they migrate, don't bother tossin' it in the fridge. Little bastard sneaks right back into the laundry each time, it does.

[Meanwhile, in the back, there is the occasional glimpse... of Tannusen, popping in and out of the frame. It's clear both of them are in the rectory, and Cassian isn't paying any mind to the fae obviously moving about behind him ]

Don't break like it should either, and the shells too thick for the candle trick. I wouldn't try boilin' it either. That's what I've gotten as far as this useless piece of crap goes, I'll update if they start doin' anythin' stupid.

[And right as he goes to finish up and turn off the communicator... Tannusen swoops in from the side and lays a tender kiss on the smaller mans cheek. He goes bright pink, and the transmission is terminated with a flustered shout of TANNUSEN]