"Two packages."
"We'll fry them up for breakfast," he said.
Saturday morning, there were three packages of eggs in the refrigerator.
"Where do they come from?" his girl friend wanted to know.
"They just appear. I ate some and they're very good."
She was reluctant, but he talked her into preparing a package.
She agreed they were very good.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.
"I don't think there's anything to do about it," he said. "I like fish eggs."