It took a full hour of serious thought and four cups of coffee before Rabbit definitively decided to keep the eggs a secret from everyone, even Liv. Short of whatever was growing inside hatching fully grown or with brown-note superpowers or as a deadly... gas of some sort... All right. There were about a million ways this decision could backfire, but he had to believe that nothing truly horrible would happen. He had to believe that Sleepyhead hadn't meant him harm and that the more humanish creatures he'd met were the ones with the shitty intel.

Rabbit sighed. He sighed hard right there in PetSmart, eyes closed and fingers curled into the fake sheep surface of the nearest dog bed. He knew this was one of the more idiotic impulses he'd let take over his life, but his gut told him that it would be okay, and for once, he believed it.

Opening his eyes again, Rabbit frowned at the bed on which he'd rested his hand. He liked loud colors as much as the next person with questionable taste, but magenta and lime plaid was a little much, even for him. It almost made him want to sneeze, and the very idea of nesting the eggs in such a bed rendered this whole secrecy thing he was hoping he could pull off rather impossible. People would find themselves summoned from miles around without knowing why. Come one, come all. See the Other Eggs and their dayglo bed before they hatch and destroy the world.

He continued down Dog Bed Alley, brushing his fingers over the pouch at his waist as he slipped around the corner.

"You guys didn't like that either, right?" he muttered, just loud enough to earn him a dirty look from the woman in the next aisle. His bag was a little bigger than a six pack, in fact he was pretty sure that's what it had originally been designed to hold, and the thought of randomly chatting with his beer in a pet store on a Sunday afternoon coaxed a laugh from him that didn't help him look any more sane.

Don't worry! I'm not crazy! he wanted to say, but the truth remained that he probably was.

At least he had the comfort of knowing that p***k had grown tolerant, even approving of the eggs in his own way. Following the cat's initial reaction, Rabbit had very nearly cooked them up into a supernatural omelet, but it wasn't five minutes later before p***k was begging to re-enter his room, curiosity seemingly piqued. He'd tapped at each of them in turn, claws retracted, then flopped down beside them, curling into a giant croissant with the eggs at its center.

"Yeah, keep 'em warm," Rabbit had urged, receiving in return a glare that clearly said, 'no s**t, human.' They'd taken turns at the dad thing since, though the cat was arguably better at it. While he might not have had the upper hand on the body warmth and purring fronts, Rabbit could rest secure in the knowledge that as far as material possessions were concerned, he was winning the war.