"Father used to tell me that I was crazy for liking so much egg." She smiled as she ate, not feeling sad at the fact that her father was gone. In fact, she knew that it was better for him than what was undoubtedly to come. "I usually had to make two dishes - one for me and one for him - just so we would both be happy."<br/><br/>"But," she continued, "I guess that means we're destined to be friends, since we both enjoy it."