Still beaming and smiling and nodding and such, William nearly applauded everyone who guessed 'Dragon Egg' and almost GLARED at those who suggested otherwise.

"Good guesses, everyone," he made certain to look at the ones who'd had the right answer, "this is indeed a dragon egg. Although some of you identified it easily enough and were spot-on with your assumption, others of you were... a little off. I assure you, this is NOT a... a mutated pygmy puff egg," especially since puffs were mammals and had live births, "or a phoenix or salamander egg."

Could you IMAGINE a giant salamander egg? Creepy.

"So let's talk about how you identify a dragon egg if you have one." The quaking sounds behind William grew a little louder and the first faint fissures appeared on the surface of the light green egg. "First things first. if possible, measure it!" He flicked his wand and a little tapeworm-like measuring tape sprang out, instantly crawling all around the egg and measuring things.

"Second off, if you can't measure it, do a side-by-side comparison with something that you CAN measure, like this ostrich, chicken, and chocolate egg!" Speaking of the chocolate egg.... he walked over to it and picked it up, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth.

Chewing around the chocolate, William continued. "Third, get out your nearest reference book and try to figure out its species by the color, texture, and size of the egg! This will also help you figure out how to take care of it and how to prepare yourself for the hatching, as some breeds breathe fire sooner than others."

He nodded around at them all, sincerely hoping that they were being good little children and were taking notes. That way, he'd look extra awesome in front of his coworkers. "This breed, though, does not. Knowing that I, your professor, used to work on a Romanian dragon sanctuary, and knowing that we have a light green sort of egg here, what sort of breed do you think this one is?"

The egg was hot, and the baby dragon inside wanted nothing more than to get out at last and spread his/her wings. How did one escape from an egg, hmm? What was an egg, anyway? Was it not just an extension of a mother dragon, with possible father dragon DNA donated to keep things lively? Had the baby dragon come into existence before the egg, or was the egg there all along and he/she had just magically grown from it? Which came first: the dragon or the egg?

Rocking around the eggshell, the baby dragon did its best to crack the tough case that was enclosing it. It eventually succeeded in making a little fissure, through which it felt fresh(er) air, but it was still not enough.

The dragon continued to flail inside its egg, wanting oh so badly to be free. Its tiny mind was simply too large to expand inside this confining egg.

After filling up a few more cups with the tea, Medea went back to handing them out to the students, like Nigel here. "Here you go." she said quietly with a smile, handing him a cup of dragon fruit tea.