"It can't have come from the floor," Jennifer agrees, flicking off the flashlight and setting it on one of the lower shelves. Even if it could have climbed up so high, she doubts the poor creature would have made it off the ground at all with the Beast after it. Probably best not to mention that, though.
She reaches out and carefully lifts the rabbit off of the shelf. It's lighter than it looks - it really is 80% fluff - and she tucks the creature into the crook of her arm and gives the Quarkbeast a quelling scowl when it starts to heave itself onto its hind legs. Where is she supposed to put this thing? She doesn't really want to shut either it or the Beast into the bathroom on the off chance that the Beast attempts to chew through the door. Fortunately, she's already taught the Quarkbeast that counter surfing isn't allowed, so after a moment's thought, she carries the rabbit over to the kitchen and dumps it in the empty sink. "No eating," she says sternly to the Beast.
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She reaches out and carefully lifts the rabbit off of the shelf. It's lighter than it looks - it really is 80% fluff - and she tucks the creature into the crook of her arm and gives the Quarkbeast a quelling scowl when it starts to heave itself onto its hind legs. Where is she supposed to put this thing? She doesn't really want to shut either it or the Beast into the bathroom on the off chance that the Beast attempts to chew through the door. Fortunately, she's already taught the Quarkbeast that counter surfing isn't allowed, so after a moment's thought, she carries the rabbit over to the kitchen and dumps it in the empty sink. "No eating," she says sternly to the Beast.