Siân sets an egg in its cup in front of her reluctant dining partner and sets about delicately cracking open her own. "Rather picky for a cat, you," she raises her eyebrows, though the expression is lost behind her daisy mask. "My cats back home will eat anything."

Setting the top of the eggshell aside, she takes a spoonful of the decadent, soft filling and puts it in her mouth. She doesn't immediately die. "Go on then, try some," she encourages. "Or are cats not meant to have eggs?"