Green eggs, and ham.
"Roran." Eragon stated with a flat voice.
"No! Eragon, I don't even want it to hatch for me! I just want my new life with Katrina to be normal!"
"The fate of Alagaesia rests on it!" Eragon was following Roran through the Varden, heading in the general direction of Roran's tent. The young rider was trying to convince his cousin that the green egg would hatch for him, and it would benefit everyone.
"Why? Isn't the almighty Eragon strong enough?" Roran argued.
"No, not by myself." He sighed. "Please Roran, just try it! Surely it will hatch for you."
"No! I don't want to be a rider!" Roran jumped over a burnt out campfire.
"Who knows, you might like it!"
"That's what I'm afraid of." They reached his tent and Roran turned to look Eragon in the eye. "Look, I know you mean well... But for the sake of the people I love, I can't do it. Especially not now that Katrina is pregnant."
"So you're saying you don't love me? What about all the people from the village? What are we to you?"
Roran sighed heavily before grabbing Eragon's shoulders, as if to shake some sense into him. "You are all my family. I was talking about Katrina, and the baby. And I have complete faith that you will be strong enough to defeat Galbatorix. Especially now that you know his weakness."
"I might be strong enough, but just barely, and even then we have to separate Galbatorix from his Eldunari. And even with that small advantage, Either me, or Saphira, could be permanently maimed or worse. With your help, we could take him down for sure."
"Have you even tried giving Arya a chance to touch the Egg? She is an elf, after all, and would be much more helpful than a human Rider."
"No. She is still in a coma from the... Incident. The magicians don't want to wake her up yet, for fear of mental damage."
Roran guided Eragon into the musky, worn out tent and sat down, offering Eragon a drink. He accepted.
After downing the fluid, Eragon resumed his arguments.
"Please, Roran. Just try it. It might not even hatch! We just need to be certain, so we can move on and give everyone else a chance."
Roran studied the Famous Shur'Tugal in front of him. "Alright." He finally caved. "Just one touch. No more."
Eragon let out a breath before breaking into a huge grin. "Thank you, Roran. Thank you." He leaned back in his chair before asking, "Can I get you anything?"
Roran considered the question for a minute, and then said:
"Some ham would be nice."