She nods, and rests her hand on the egg.
Countless memories flash through them, in far more detail than they normally have anywhere near the capacity to recall: bullies, ADHD diagnoses, medication causing a nervous twitch when they were eight, screaming breakdowns over realizing pointlessness at twelve, crushes, their first kiss, the lingering, poorly-understood discomfort of unidentified gender dysphoria, their eleven year relationship with their abusive ex-girlfriend before they'd cracked their eggshell, all the moments where Hailey had been fronting and no one realized because they didn't understand they were plural yet, the horrible mess of a cult that formed around that one author, the excitement taking hormones for the first time, exhaustion of pointless dayjobs, and so much more.
It's done in a moment.
She shakes her head to clear it.
"Wow. That was a fucking experience."