It's a talking rabbit and while she can't recall the noise a bunny should make from those old picture books, she's pretty sure this isn't it. Sharing the same language is odd and she's so thrown by the surprise, her eyes just stare at her new companion in wild eyed bewilderment.
That is, until, it she hears the word garbage.
And her eyes fall back to her pile of treasure and she sticks a hand into it for something.
That item being a piece of half eaten celery covered in dust, which she promptly sets in front of the rabbit. It's fine. That's just good old fashioned seasoning.]
It's my treasure-don't clean it up. I'm hiding it here.
[So take this celery as a bribe of silence, weird rando animal.]
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Rabbit?
It's a talking rabbit and while she can't recall the noise a bunny should make from those old picture books, she's pretty sure this isn't it. Sharing the same language is odd and she's so thrown by the surprise, her eyes just stare at her new companion in wild eyed bewilderment.
That is, until, it she hears the word garbage.
And her eyes fall back to her pile of treasure and she sticks a hand into it for something.
That item being a piece of half eaten celery covered in dust, which she promptly sets in front of the rabbit. It's fine. That's just good old fashioned seasoning.]
It's my treasure-don't clean it up. I'm hiding it here.
[So take this celery as a bribe of silence, weird rando animal.]