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[It's not.]

Damn. You mean I wasn't hanging out with a rabbit in a person suit all this time?

[He would never pass for a rabbit, come on, Ellie. A dog, maybe. Or a stray cat. But he bites a lot harder than a rabbit.

Besides, wrong class of thing entirely, there.]

More like a gun in a person suit.

Mmm, no. Rabbit is better.

[He can spook like one, sometimes. But Ellie just smiles, going in on a cup of vanilla pudding.]

And I'm the expert, or at least I get to say I'm the expert for a while.

[Her reward after surviving her time inside his body.]

[Brat. But he likes brats, sometimes, so.]

Have you ever even met a rabbit?

[Not that B is sure he has, either. ... he thinks he may have skinned one once? Roasted it over a campfire? Huh.]

[Ellie makes a face at him.]

Lots of rabbits.

[... that she usually killed for a meal.]

Look, I'm just saying... Bunny also starts with B.

[Bucky and Bunny rhyme, too. So. Rabbit.]

Ellie, that's terrible.

[He actually groans at that, and makes a point to focus on his breadbowl. He's down to the actual bread now, at least.]

You're terrible.

[Good thing Easter passed and she's still hesitant to use his name. There would be Easter Bucky jokes.]

[Good call, Ellie.]

I'm terrible. You're the one calling somebody a rabbit. I'm just defending myself.

You are! You were calling yourself a gun. Rabbits are cute, at least. So, you're welcome.

[She sticks her tongue out at him.]

I am only ever complimentary.

[He pauses and looks down at himself skeptically.]

Ellie. I am not cute. Guns are at least useful.

[And occasionally beautiful. He's got a handful he's actually quite fond of.]

Rabbits are also useful.

[Food and clothing.]

Yeah, after you kill them.

[He pauses, and snorts.]

Well. I guess technically I am dead, so. What's the verdict? Sticking me in a stew or wearing my skin?

I already wore your skin, so...

[Ellie looks at him. Unrelated to anything--]

So, how's that bread bowl? Good for say... a stew?

Bread bowl's almost gone, you'll have to find somethin' else.

Too much effort.

[She can joke, but talking to Ezio about Annie's brutal murder of Quill had brought David to the forefront of her memory. And joking about eating Bucky doesn't help put that ghost to rest.

What did the cannibal get when he showed up to the party late? Riley had joked, once. A cold shoulder!

She had no idea.]

C'mon, hurry up. I wanna see what you can do.

Yeah, yeah.

[He doesn't slow down, but he doesn't speed up, either. See? He can be a brat, too, Ellie. He's not wrong about being almost done, though. The bread is almost finished, and then he just has some cocoa to get through.]

Don't get too excited. I only know how to braid, nothing really fancy.

[She resists the urge to kick him under the table. Brat.]

Where'd you pick that up, at? If you know. Or... if you think you know?

I'm pretty sure it was. Um. Sisters.

[He hunches his shoulders a little, but not as badly as he might have a few weeks ago.]

Got one memory of tying off a braid with a ribbon. Ages ago.

Thought so. Well, I don't have ribbons, but I do have about one million elastic bands.

[He sips at his cocoa.]

I usually use boot laces for mine.

[Utilitarian and boring. Also necessary, because his hair is stupidly thick.]

But I know how to use the elastic kind, yeah.

I'll give you some to keep.

[She's no stranger to using whatever to tie her hair, but there's no need for that here.]

Guess it's good I've been growing my hair out.

[Not that it's terribly long, just at her shoulders, but she'd gone at it with a pair of scissors after Seattle. She told Dina she just couldn't deal with struggling to put it up with her busted shoulder, but really, she was just fucking sick of looking at the person who failed so miserably.]

I can work with it. I'm pretty sure.

[He finally pushes himself up, collecting his tray and finishing the cocoa as he heads to put it away.]

[Ellie's quick to follow, taking her tray and dumping the trash and putting things where they need to go.]

I'm good as long as I don't end up bald, somehow.

Ellie. I'm not going to yank out your hair.

[He even manages to look mock-offended. It took effort. Be proud of him, Ellie. He heads out of the dining hall towards her cabin.]

I know! I'm just saying.

[Bucky can be proud of her for having freshly washed hair, at least. She was waiting for this moment.]

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