[ She didn't expect the in-control and mature (former) head of The Family to be so childish. It's kind of cute. The corners of her mouth quirk up as she stifles a soft giggle. ]

Guess we'll see.

And no, we're not killing bunnies. Now that the population is under control, it's back to the usual stuff.

[ She gets up and starts leading him down another floor to the conservatory. It's less wild: trees hanging heavy with fruit both familiar and fantastic stand in neat rows; vegetable patches are enclosed with proper fencing. Giant rabbits have their hutches and steer clear of the produce, lest they end up on a kebab.

The bunnies come up to her as she approaches. She hoists one up, her entire torso concealed by this absolute unit of a bun. They remain docile as she holds the bunny out to him. ]

They're so soft and warm. You gotta cuddle them.