...Alyss, you really were something, weren't you?

Rabbit made no move to brush off the flowers that litered his hat and broad shoulders, simply letting them stay where they had settled all over him, the 'bot scooting close enough to keep a hand over Alyss' knee, patting there fondly, but moving his attention back to the performance that was about to begin. No more feeding.

In public, that is. But tomorrow for breakfast back at home? That was a different story.