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[bringinghopewithme]

[This isn't the first time there's been a video post on Legion's network made by a rabbit, but it is the first time the rabbit making it is six feet tall, with an accent thick enough to cut with a knoife.]

G'day, mates. I'm the Easter Bunny.

[This would be the place to insert a punchline, if this were a joke. Bunny does not insert one. Actually, by his smug smile, he seems pretty proud of the title.]

I'm gonna need to get down to Earth sooner rather than later. Gettin' dragged out here did away with most've my powers, and I need to get down to a real bush to figure out what I've still got. Who's headed planetside when?

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[isthisapidge]

My dad always had bad taste in candy, yeah. I had to put up with these awful egg-bean things that were like grainy marshmallow creme covered in this fruit flavored candy and they always stuck to your teeth. I had to do so much math homework to get chocolate eggs...

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[bringinghopewithme]

[When he responds, he looks utterly horrified, like someone just killed a small fluffy animal in front of him.]

Gimme a couple tics.

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[bringinghopewithme]

[The next response comes clearly from the Employees Only section of the galley, back in the deep portions where they make the desserts. And it comes from there jumbled and chaotic, because the employees have clearly gotten past any star-struckness they might have felt about a Legionnaire in their midst, and want him to leave. But as Bunny dodges the shouts and - yup that was a frying pan being thrown his way, he keeps a perfectly formed, utterly stunning candy egg perfectly level and still in space.

Even while occasionally backflipping over an irate cook, because they really want him - and his abundance of un-hairnetted fur - gone.

Look, it's not perfect, but it's the best I could do with the ingredients off hand, and that's still better than - If y'make me move it the filling's gonna go runny, ya bleedin' gallah -

[The egg he holds up is absolutely a work of art. There are swirls of spacey nebula in the sugar shell. There are frosting leaves and vines swirling around one side in a decorative accent, the green the same tint as Pidge's clothing.]

It doesn't make up for years of not being there, but it's a st- Y'almost tripped me there, y'shonky dag, d'you know what would have happened to the shell if - ? Anyway, it doesn't make up for lost time, but it's for you. Consider it the first of many. You - these leaves are hand-piped, you -

[You know what, with a quick glance at the screen, he shuts off the video before he finishes that sentence.

When he comes back, he's in the hall again, panting, but free of the galley, candy egg still intact.]

Won't stick t'yer teeth much either. The Tooth Fairy'd have my guts for garters if it did.

[Judging by his grin he seems to take the Tooth Fairy real seriously.]

[isthisapidge]

[Pidge is taken aback by the abruptness of his absence. She felt left holding the bag. Phone. Communicator. Whatever. Just sort of awkwardly waiting for him to come back.

But it is enough time for her to put some things together: He clearly takes Easter very seriously and he was incredibly fast. If he's not the Easter Bunny, he's clearly the most qualified candidate for the position.

And of course there is the whole issue of alternate universes, the existence of which has already been blown wide open by the Legion. It still strikes her as silly beyond all reason, but it's not impossible that he comes from a world where holiday figures do exist as a matter of course. Being Australian is kind of a curve ball, but-

And then he comes back on, in the kitchen holding a preposterously beautiful egg, decorated like a galaxy and covered in vines. There was no way he could have gotten to the kitchen and made that in the time it took between calls, so either the kitchen just happened to have an egg made that perfectly and the frosting in the exact color of her armor and they let him have it...or...

He is who he says he is.

And after all that, Pidge just laughs. Not a mocking or skeptical laugh, but a delighted carefree one. She doesn't exactly look like a kid again, because she always was, but it's been a long time since she could just laugh without the weight of the galaxy on her back.

She regains her composure enough to speak.]

OK, OK, I think the evidence is stacking against me. I guess the Easter Bunny isn't the worst thing to be proven wrong about, huh?

...For the record, though? I like doing math homework.