THAT’S IT. BREAKFAST IS HAPPENING NOW. GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE.
Olive
Bring the bunny!!
“Lucy!” Ivy waved atme from the table in the corner of the diner.
I carefully set my bag down on the table.
“Did you bring the bunny?”
I grinned at Olive’s look of pure desperation and gestured at my bag. “See for yourself.”
They all leaned over and gasped at the tiny little bunny curled up on the plush piece of velvet I’d folded on the bottom.
“Oh my gosh! She’s so cute,” Olive cooed. “What’s her name? Is she doing okay?”
“Her name’s Blossom, and I think so. She drank some goat’s milk before passing out. James stitched up her leg, so hopefully she has a full recovery.” I couldn’t handle anything less.
Summer brushed a gentle fingertip across Blossom’s ears. “Where did you find her?”
“In the woods.”
“Lucy,” Ivy said, her voice full of reproach. “You weren’t hiking again, were you?”
I pursed my lips. “No. I just went on a walk to clear my head.” I jumped when Felix hopped up on the chair next to me. “Where did you come from?”
“He insisted on coming with me,” Olive said, taking the seat beside the mayor. “He would not be dissuaded.”
Felix put his paws on the table and peered into the bag. “Um.” I grabbed his body. “You’re not going to eat the bunny, are you?”
Felix fixed me with a withering stare before turning back to Blossom, a purr bursting through his chest. He didn’t look particularly hungry, so I loosened my hold.
“Do you have a new best friend?” Olive asked, scratching his ears.
“Just don’t let Stanley see her or he’ll start having ideas about how she’ll feature in the Easter Eggstravaganza,” Summer said.
“That would be so cute! I have to make her a little Easter bunny outfit.” My heart sank. “Except the wildlife rescue people are coming to pick her up tomorrow.”
Everyone at the table looked as dejected as I felt, Felix included.
“Do they have to take her?” Olive whispered.
I nodded, throat tight. “James said wild bunnies can’t be domesticated. I probably shouldn’t have brought her here. I don’t want to stress her, but she looked too sad for me to leave her behind.”
“She doesn’t look stressed,” Ivy said as Blossom let out the most adorable little squeak before falling back asleep.
“Good morning, ladies.” Char came over, notepad in hand. “And Felix, even though the last time you were in here I distinctly remember telling you to stay out.”
“What did Felix do?” Olive put her arm around him, squishing her face against his.
“He stole one of Stanley’s blueberry pancakes. Snatched it clean off his plate and ran away.”
The four of us looked at each other and Summer shrugged. “Eh, who’s to say the pancake didn’t fall off the plate? Moving on.”
Char snorted and took our orders before doing a double take at my bag. “Is that—” She shook her head. “Never mind.” She muttered something about omegas as she walked away, and all of us laughed.
“I’ll give you a bite of pancake,” Olive cooed to Felix. He gave her sad eyes and she huffed. “Fine, two bites.”
