"Got to be. Fuzzle's too young, Leslie and the Starly are different egg groups." He lingers by the door, giving Nancy plenty of room. Fuzzle follows the electric cat inside, swatting at his tail, and the Soldier doesn't want to be in the way when someone gets zapped. "They were there when I woke up."

The mother doesn't seem particularly attached to or affectionate with Nancy, but she does have her forelegs curled protectively around the four eggs, nudging them this way and that gently with her horn. She's not doing anything to ward Entrapta away, either, at least.