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."
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."
"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."