It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:
"So... is Alex really a dom?"
"I don't mean just existing. Although, well, yeah, that, too. But... you know, this is easier to deal with, with you."
He sighs. "I have to—it sounds maybe childish or something, but I have to stay positive. If I can't fix it, then I can't, and like you said, it's only until I turn eighteen."
"That's probably the best attitude under the circumstances. I'm just a malcontent."
Sadde finds the least, but still has loads of fun, given that, you know, first time.
His egg count is perfectly respectable. Isabella finds as many eggs as she plans to eat and then stops.
...well, he'll probably share with other people, he's not a super huge fan of sweets.
The eggs have different things inside so a lively round of trading (and accepting donations) ensues.
"Bella, your sub's broken, he doesn't like chocolate, you need to send him in for repairs."
"It's just nice, it's not literally the tastiest thing ever," he shrugs.
"You don't like food? I know you didn't literally never taste anything for two years but still aren't eclipsed supposed to be crazy about food."
"I guess I developed the other way around? I got used to not eating a whole lot, so I... don't. I'm not picky, I'll eat whatever, and it doesn't serve any purposes other than making sure I don't feel hungry."