[open] a typical torcher breakfast

Harper

red pill in his hand
paranoid cutie with a dark past

They're soon joined by another - the girl that had helped corral the chicken back into the jungle with him and Nate. Her hand is accepted easily, calloused fingers giving a firm shake at odds with his sunny smile. "Harper, nice to meet you." Not that she seems to feel the same with how she immediately outlines all her perceived flaws with his hatching plan. Luckily Harper is not easily offended, and merely gives a smile and a shrug.

"I'm sure they're not fertilized, or we all would've heard a giant rooster crowing every morning. But a guy can dream, right?" His grin is playful, and doesn't ease at all as it's turned to Raza, whom he winks at. "We could always break one open, see what's inside? Saw off the top so it won't spill?" At least then they'd determine if there's a yolk or baby inside - a necessary sacrifice since they can't exactly hold each egg over a light to determine if they're fertilized. Harper isn't sure if the sun would even work, and there's certainly no giant spotlight in Torchline. Hands open at his sides in a gesture of compliance, he gives an easy-going shrug. "Either way it'll be easier to transport then."

it's that type of dangerous thing
when he feels like the boy next door