[He finally understood what it was like when all those new families in Inaba seemed to basically sparkle, caring and just living with the kids and spouses. Learning the others all had eggs to tend to loaned to an interesting dynamic, learning who rose to the occasion (Souji) and who freaked out (Yosuke).

Yet the question remained on what would emerge from the shells. Were they dragons? Were they human? Were they human with animal traits, looking more like the prismals? They wouldn't know and everyone had their theories.

But that morning, Kanji sat in fascination, his cup of tea set on the table to keep him from dropping it in shock. Instead he had a book in hand, paging through a tome on child-rearing for first-timers among the Lyestellans.]

O-okay... so according to this, they'll hatch on their own and won't need help. Touchin' the shells to offer chroma can help keep the baby strong through what's an "exhausting process". They'll be sleepy after but it's normal.

[He set the book aside and went to take turns laying hands on the wiggling, hopping, rolling shells for moments at a time.]

Damn, I hope the onesies are the right sizes...! Hell, the right shape!