We are having boiled eggs for breakfast. Hub has done them, as apparently I over-cooked them last time and no one could dip their soldiers properly. I am about to defend myself but then Scooter exclaims in genuine excitement “Look, the yolk is moving!”
Afterwards, everyone leaves the table apart from Pixie , who is examining her empty eggshell intently. I leave her to it and sort out Tumble’s breakfast. A short while later, I realise that the Pixie’s study has also included a practical experiment, and she is now unsuccessfully trying to eject the ground up results of it from her mouth.
At dinner, Hub tries to teach Scooter to cut up his beef. Eventually, after much coaching, Scooter manages to saw off a sliver from the rest. He soaks up the praise before stuffing the original chunk in his mouth.