[She scoffs, but it's fond. Truthfully, she's watching his expression, a little wondrous and pleased that he's so pleased.]

Pick him up, if you'd like.

[Because really, though Darwin does need to build up his muscles, a bit of a break shan't hurt him. And god, but he seems eager to please: he wiggles against Eggsy's fingers, nosing and nipping at them, keen to absorb as much affection as he possibly can.

He seems a little starved for it, truthfully.]

But yes. I woke up to an egg on my doorstep, and ten days later, he hatched out of it. He's only a few days old.