Stacia brightens even as Taylor groans and covers her eyes. She almost grabs the younger girl's hands in her enthusiasm, but restrains herself before actually making contact. Taylor seems like the type of person who isn't into physical contact with near-strangers.

But still: Stacia has finally met someone who understands how cool it is that the Easter Bunny exists. This magic string nonsense is officially worth it.

"I'm not sure if he's still here; he said he was just dropping by between jobs, but I'll definitely come find you next time he comes by," she says. "Also, you might spot him around anyway, he's hard to miss: there aren't a lot of giant gray and white rabbits carrying boomerangs around here. Just call out 'Bunny!' and he'll at least pause and look around." She wrinkles her nose. "Actually, you should call out his name first if you want his attention at all. He's a martial artist and you look younger than me; he'd feel really bad if he reflexively threw you across the room on unexpected contact."

Also, just because he's a big scary Guardian of Childhood now doesn't mean he's not also a prey animal. But she's not going to put it that way to someone she's just met. She snaps her fingers.

"Speaking of -- and I'm not accusing you of anything -- if you have or have acquired animal-based powers, he will probably smell them on you. He'll keep quiet if you want to keep them secret though, you just have to tell him." She winks. "Consider that me laying the groundwork to indicate that I'm a reasonably trustworthy person, even if you're not ready to let your guard down yet." She shrugs. "I'll be honest, the only reason I'm as unguarded as I am right now is that I know that people here have my back."

Also because she can turn into an eight-foot-tall furry death-blender at will. That's reassuring under a lot of circumstances.