For the eggs
“Do you want coffee?? Or rather tea?'
'Yes tasty. Just make coffee.'
“Do you want something in it?'
“Everything, I want it as expensive as possible. Milk, sugar, coffee, water and a biscuit.'
'Just come.“A dutious smile appears for a moment and then she disappears into the kitchen. It gives me the opportunity to look around me. It's a small room, but cozy. A tad full maybe, but that is of course a matter of taste, and no doubt that has to do with the special hobby collection, which is displayed on the shelves around me, all those eggs with special accessories.