"Well…. you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone," Jane prodded with a sly smirk. "But my mum raises chickens and to make some extra money here and there, she’ll sell their eggs. And there’s this awful, awful woman who has it in for my sister and me. Always has. Her husband’s some sort of Royal Advisor and she thinks it makes her better than everyone else, y’know the type. Anyways, she called me a kniving bitch and whatnot once. Shouldn’t have done that, considering the next day she ordered a dozen eggs from mum. I went out into the forest and grabbed a lizard egg. Just one, though. Not the whole lot or she’d be able to prove it."
Keith let out a low whistle, then flashed her an approving smile, “That was harsh.” He laughed softly as he recalled what she had told him, “Although, are y’sure that she don’t hate y’for some other reason apart from her thinkin’ that she’s God’s git t’the world?” He was teasing, of course. Though, her prank did sound like a practiced event.