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Logan chuckled at Vera's groan and shook his head. "Well, whatever we end up with, I'm sure it'll be awesome," he said confidently. He leaned closer to Vera. "You are more than welcome to babysit mine. And who knows how rambunctious they'll be. We might have to take turns watching them."
What was that? "Oh. Hi, Mum," he responded to the woman he'd known his entire life. "Professor," he quickly corrected himself at the last second, since they were currently in student-professor mode.
His eyes lit up with excitement as he listened to his mother the details of the assignment she was giving out. He didn't need to be told twice about grabbing one of the eggs! He was certainly more interested in making a selection than reading all of those words on the whiteboard.
Before he approached one of the tables, however, his mind was soon captured by all of the questions that were being asked. Eyes glanced from Vera to Sable to his mum to whoever was speaking and back again. He wouldn't mind having to carry an egg around everywhere, and the idea of them hatching in the middle of lessons sounded hilarious to him. And hybrids? The possibility sounded wicked!
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