Nesah was confused when her dish arrived. She had ordered eggs, not... it looked like meatballs. She picked up her cutlery and cut one open to see what it was. There was indeed an egg inside, but there was meat around it, and it had a funny, suspicious smell.

When Douglas spoke to her, she was still looking at her plate rather concerned. She looked up shortly. "They seemed so ordinary. I thought art was supposed to reflect beauty..."