Not the sight he had been expecting to be greeted with, but Rabbit was absolutely pleased when recognition hit him with the familiar form of his nightgown-clad girlfriend, perched at the counter on a stool, doing something, he had yet to see exactly, far too focused as he was on her.

Quiet as he tried to be in his approach, the clanking and creaking and whirrrring and hissing of his aged machinery and strange body would no doubt give Rabbit's arrival away before he could get through the kitchen entranceway, coming to stand beside the woman with a grin, copper hand moving to brush her arm in greeting. "M-m-mornin', beautifuuull-"

Of course, then there was the toaster and the toast and the jam.

Ohmy.

"Heh, w-w-wwh-whatcha' doin' out here so early?"