Oh, I didn't think so, really. Last time I came around they offered me some hard-boiled eggs but they were extremely dusty. I had thought, perhaps they were picked or buried in ash. They do that, sometimes, you know, quite good, even if usually the ash is brushed off all the way before it's served-- anyway, thought I'd try it and.

Well.

[ He drops his voice so that the Librarian can't hear. ]

Let's just say, dear boy, do not let them feed you any eggs!

[ He then goes to the counter all chipper to offer some soup. He looks through his pockets as well for some crackers he'd made to go with it. He would've made bread but he is not very good at baking yeasted things. ]