"Rift thing," Sunshine confirms with a little nod. "It just made these floofy rabbits appear all over the place. I was bringing them to the base in a laundry basket. Then they all just poofed away," she says, make an illustrative gesture at 'poofed.'

Her brow furrows at the sudden weird geography bee that's happening, here, and she peers at first Eliot, then Johnny over the rim of her glass as she takes a fortifying sip of this delicious boozy concoction. "What?" she asks after swallowing. "How would I know where they were from?" She reclaims her fork and gives it a wave. "Probably some friggin… bunny universe. Or a rabbit farm. Planet of the rabbits."