Eddie cautiously reaches his hand out toward the egg-shaped thing. It's kind of charming, and the graphics remind him of the Atari games at the arcade.

"Hey, if you showed up with this thing where I'm from, I'm pretty sure there would be at least one, maybe two people that would be incredibly jealous." He grins, thinking of how Erica Sinclair would probably pretend she didn't want one but would be salivating over it anyway. "What, uh. What does it do?"