The issue with egg painting was the fact that eggs were delicious. They were also cheap. Sometimes.

Therefore, painting an egg was the equivalent of throwing money into a fire and your breakfast as well. Since Howard had worked extra hard last month, he had given himself a little bonus. When you paid for half of the obscene bullshit that Shred needed for his latest obsession or whatever insane tech oscar clayton needed for his lab, you could give yourself a small bonus of thirty PD.

This was all to say that yes, Howard could afford to paint an egg this year. Happy times.

"Perfect..." Howard looked at his egg and frowned. "What the...?"

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I HAD THIS SAVED ON MY COMPUTER I DON'T KNOW WHY

There was only one Pokémon whose beautiful visage was worthy of being put on an egg, and that was Jalapeño the Fuecoco. Andrea might not have birthed him from her own womb (that would be super weird), but she still loved Jalapeño as a mother loved her son. And so, every brush stroke strategically added on her oval canvas was made with utmost love, until at long last, her newest masterpiece was complete.

A very nice egg for the trying times Hoenn was facing.

Roy decides to paint eggs rather than consume them.

Adult or no; Michael was always up for Holiday activities. Egg painting remained no egg-ception to the rule! The Cadet ultimately decided to paint his egg with the likeness of Eggsecute!

Nabi meulk made her best attempt at painting an egg.

Elise had decided to do her attempt at painting an egg for the egg painting event in Slateport Park. The subject of her painting was her shard Calyrex who floated next to the ambassador as she puts on the finishing touches for her egg. The flowers around her drwing of Charles the Calyrex were the blooming flowers that Calyrex is able to make: the Radiant Petals.

Charles keeps watch over the Galarian princess and looks over her work, he probably seems impressed with how the princess was able to do her painting of him.

Eddie stifled his laughter as he put the finishing touches on his self-portraiture. Sure, it was an activity for kids, but he couldn't deny that the results of his god-awful attempt at painting were nothing short of eggcellent.

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Cass isn't really actually painting the egg - it's Pic next to her, who swiftly has taken the new canvas in his hand without even giving Cass a chance to draw. She doesn't really mind, however, instead watching Pic at work - a rare opportunity, actually, now that she thinks about it ...

"Are you finished?" she asks then, as Pic proudly almost rubs the egg into her face. "Woah, woah, I can't see aynthing like this, hang on ..." she laughs, bringing a bit of distance. The lines are odd, she thinks, as she takes a look, before ...

"What the hell. That's not a flat surface, but ... if you look at it from here ... what the hell Pic?" A simple, nice rose motif made by straight lines only, and also a drawing that looks entirely flat if you look at it from the front.