The Ringmaster starts thinking about chairs, but struggles to figure out any in her stores that would be appropriate - which is okay, because she suddenly has a better idea. In a similar matter to the rug, she makes a few gestures with her paw before plopping down an entire trailer at the other side of the room. It's a bit worn, but it's better than nothing.

Then, she blows on the grass again, causing sunflowers and a few other types of brightly coloured blossoms to grow. Not too many, just a bit around the edges to make the walls less dreary, she thinks. Then, she blows on the ceiling, leaving a smattering of sparkling, star-like lights attached to the stone.

"That will have to do for now," she says, hoping their ideas hold merit. "There is more I have to explain before he hatches." She opens the claws she was holding the other egg in, revealing that it has been severely reduced in size, now about the width of a chicken egg and glowing all the more brightly for it.

"I don't intend to keep this away from him forever," she says. "But I want it to be in more stable hands than just my own. I would like to entrust it to you, as a group, to keep safe. I've come to understand that I haven't always been around when I'm needed."