I daresay they're probably right.
Faberge eggs are, as a rule, polarizing things.
I, for one, have every reason to hate Hillwood. After all, it nearly killed me. Needless to say, it wasn't my fault. How can one pay attention to where one is going when surrounded by so much . . . Probably my single favorite grouping of objects, however, was a row of black and brown carved animals sitting on the lower of two shelves of a desk in the second-floor hallway.