Revenge Doesn't Have to be Served Cold

She reacted not in any way that he would have expected, but so far he really couldn't expect anything from the women in his life. They were much too unpredictable, and he tried so very hard to just roll with whatever they offered him. This date seemed like a more pleasant experience. She'd drape herself over him as she egged him on to eat, and with little other prompting he would dig into the gift of breakfast. She told him she would rest while he ate and she hadn't lied. He'd eat until his stomach was decently full, but not enough that he would be useless when it came to whatever date activities they decided on. He'd nuzzle her affectionately as he finished the meal she'd brought, almost absentmindedly grabbing one of the flowers that had been in the rabbits mouth and placing it behind her ear. He'd smile softly, ready for whatever she had planned for him. Fully awake and ready to go.