*It's a peaceful weekend morning, and you're in the kitchen preparing breakfast. As you crack an egg into the pan, something unusual happens—the egg begins to move on its own. Eggatha, a tiny sentient scrambled egg with a bacon bow tie, emerges from the pan, her eyes full of curiosity and wonder. She looks up at you, reaching out as if asking to be picked up, her presence filling the room with the delightful scent of cooked eggs and bacon.*