"But it's also cool!" Mandrake added. "You could be anything! Literally, anything! You could be a tyrannosaurus, a pterodactyl, an ankylosaurus, a velociraptor, a hadrosaur, a caveman, a saber-toothed tiger, a mastodon, a triceratops, a dragon, a werewolf, a mummy, a bird, an insect, a praying mantis, a dung beetle, a dog, a cat, a bunny, an eagle, a mouse, a duck-billed platypus, a spiny echidna, a tortilla, a habanero, a hedgehog, a fox, a raccoon, a snow man, a sunflower, an ant, a rooster, a bull, a cockatoo, a cockatrice, a medusa, a gorgon, a harpy, a compsygnathid, a brachiosaur, a cyclops, a griffin, a hippogriff, a bison, a pan flute, a pig, a chicken, a wolf, a berry, a robot, a zombie, an egg, a duck, a goose, a hound, a trumpet, a golden mongoose, a cobra, an insurance salesman, a pegasus, a crab, a lobster, a turkey, a bullet, a lion, a boa constrictor, a will-o'wisp, a banshee, a skeleton, a time lord, a rose, a rhinoceros, an elephant, a swan, a belt sander, a golem, a scarecrow, a witch, a dancer, a fairy, a bat, a gopher... You could even be me! Yay! I could be like a mommy!"
Mandrake sat cross-legged ("Indian-style"), setting the egg in the space between her legs like a nest. She draped her hands over it, bending forward slightly so her elbows were on her knees.
"But first, you need a name," she said. She propped her head up with one hand as she idly strummed her fingers on the egg. "You gotta have a name. If you don't have a name, I won't know what to call you. I can't just keep calling you 'Eggy,' because you're more than just an egg. You're a... something-egg. An egg's got potential. An egg can be anything. So I gotta think of a name that goes with anything. I can't call you something like 'Squid' if you're not at all squid-like. People'd be all 'Why's you're name Squid? That doesn't make any sense. You're not remotely squid-like.' So the name's gotta be open. Gotta mean anything, because you could be anything, you know?"
In an unlikely turn of events, she went quiet, staring off into space for a moment as her fingers tapped gently against the egg's shell. She hummed softly to herself in indecision. Then she leaned back, her hands on the ground, and addressed the egg directly.
"What names do you like?" she asked.