Sasha and Matt were the last to arrive, which surprised no one. Mostly due to the former, who never seemed to break out of a leisurely stroll even when she was actually moving quickly. Loitering by the front door of the house were two figures. One was a goat with brown fur, wearing a rather old-fashioned looking blue and white spring dress while she sat ramrod straight, hands clasped together in front of her waist as she waited for the approaching duo. The other was a small, curvy and cheery looking grey bat, wearing a dark blue Everton soccer top as well as tattered looking old jeans.

“Alright, babes!” said the bat, waving at her friends as they joined up with her.

“Salutations!” replied Matt, the small moth returning the wave as his wings twitched on his back. He was wearing a thick grey hoodie despite the pleasant, sunny weather-he was the sort of person who would always claim to be feeling cold even if he was trapped in a volcano. Behind him, Sasha nodded a silent greeting to Babs and Simone, working through the last of the cigarette she had been working on before extinguishing it under one of her massive feet. The white wolf was in a simply black shirt and camouflaged pants
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“OK, who wants to take bets on what sort of crazy thing’s waiting for us behind that door?” asked Matt, nodding his head forwards. They all turned to the door and had a think to themselves. It was Easter Sunday, and they were standing in front of Betty’s house, having been asked a few days ago to come at twelve in the afternoon. There was a certain level of anticipation in the air, which was merited for a variety of reasons. Betty was a bunny, and therefore felt that Easter was a Big Deal. She was also a magician, and was by nature an enthusiastic, creative sort. Although Babs had only been in the States for just over a year, and had therefore only experienced one Betty Easter, she had learned quickly to expect great things.

“I’d be well happy with a repeat of last year.” Said Babs, and there was much nodding of heads. “A full sized chocolate Betty is like, two 100% good things in one.”

“So 200% good. I like those numbers.” Agreed Matt.

“She still hasn’t told me how much chocolate she had to buy for that.” Said Simone, laughing. “I think she’s too embarrassed to tell me.”

“It was a lot of chocolate. I would also be fine with more of this.” Said Sasha. “Simone, you have the key, yes?”

“Oh, right.” The goat fished a key out of her purse. “Dunno why she can’t just open the door herself…” she paused, already worrying. “Oh god this is going to be something crazy, isn’t it. I bet she’s turned herself into an egg or something, like that one time.”

“She wot?”

Simone went ahead and opened the door, leaving Bab’s question unanswered. The lights were on, but the house did seem very quiet, which put Matt and Simone on edge immediately.

“Let’s check the living room.” Said Simone, whispering for some reason as if they were breaking into an abandoned and possibly haunted old house. The group stalked into the hallway, Sasha bringing up the rear and hunching downwards, her huge frame looking somewhat cramped in the relatively narrow hallway.

“I really hope she’s not tried the egg thing again.” Muttered Matt.

“You’re gonna have to tell me about this egg thingie.” Said Babs. Simone sighed.

“Betty is the sort of girl who has ideas and then does them immediately rather than think it through, is the thing.” She said by way of explanation, as she opened the door to the living room. Everyone shrunk back a bit as she does this, but there was no explosion or other loud noise, nor a scream from Simone. The goat did seem to freeze somewhat before letting out another, deeper sigh.

“Ah, I thought it might be this.” She said, before walking in. The rest all filed in behind her. The living room was empty, save for a footstool next to the TV, on which lay a small pink brain.

“That’s not an egg.” Said Matt, sounding relieved.

“It’s not a life size chocolate Betty either…” adds Babs, disappointed. Simone walked forward and picked the pink lump up, weighing it in her hand.

“Definitely Betty’s” she said, confidently.

“Wow, you can tell just from picking it up?” asked Babs.

“No, there’s a letter stuck in the middle saying ‘To BFF’s, From Betty’”

“Oh.”

The goat fished out the letter from in between the two hemisphere, putting the brain down carefully on the footstool again before opening it up and clearing her throat. “Hey gang! I’ve devised a TOTALLY AWESOME game for you all to play!” read Simone, making sure to properly emphasise the bold letters as best she could. “I loved hunting for eggs when I was a kid. So now you all get to go hunt for my eggs!-“

“I knew it, it’s the egg situation all over again!”

“What is this bloody egg thing you all keep mentioning?!”

“No, Matt, she's just using a metaphor!” Reassured Simone, going back to her narration. “And by ‘eggs’ I mean ‘my entire body’! I’ve hidden myself all around town. Whoever gets the most parts gets a special prize-“

“Wait, what? How did she manage that?” asked Matt. Sasha shrugged.

“It is Betty.”

“That’s not answer to my-“

“It kinda is.” Said Babs, shrugging as Simone nodded in agreement. Betty was capable of anything, basically, as long as it was something random and silly.

“Anyway, where was I…oh yeah: She says she’ll make one permanent magical change of the winners choice, basically. Hmmm…” she put the letter down and though to herself. Permanent magic, huh? Was there anything like that she’d want? Before she could properly think about it, Babs immediately rushed to the doorway. “Hey, hey, wait up there!”

“Wait up? It’s a race, Simone!” said Babs, halfway out of the living room already. “I’m off to win, catch you all in a bit!” The bat raced off, leaving three people with a bunny brain. Matt looked as Sasha.

“Well, I dunno what I’d want exactly, but…it does sound fun.” Said Matt, scratching the back of his fuzzy head. “I guess I can think of that later. Let’s go!” The moth and the wolf strolled off, Sasha making sure to duck as she went out of the living room and padded after her best friend. Simone picked up Betty’s brain again. It was hard to remember sometimes that this was, technically, Betty herself sitting in the palm of her hand, throbbing away obliviously. Not wanting to just leave her sitting around, Simone slipped the brain into her purse, before heading outside.

The rest of the gang had all went off to pursue the Betty parts, leaving Simone herself by the front door as she locked it behind herself. She tapped her feet on the sidewalk as she thought out a plan of action. Each of the competitors would have their own advantages. Matt could fly-well, flutter around, but it would still give him a unique perspective. Sasha might be able to sniff out any nearby parts, Babs had her echolocation thing…on paper the odds were stacked against Simone.

But she had one clear advantage: of all the gang, she had known Betty the longest, and knew how she thought, and where her favourite places were. She turned to the next door neighbours house. Mr and Mrs Langston were an old but friendly couple, and Betty had known them since she was a kid. Simone walked over to their mailbox and opened it up. She was greeted with a fluffy bunny tail, and took it out with a certain satisfaction, holding it up like a prize.

“Heh. I know your tricks, Betty. This will be easy…”

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Babs, meanwhile, had taken a more direct route.

“Hey mister! Seen any of Betty recently?” she asked a passing horse as he went to unlock the padlock for his bicycle. He looked down at the grey bat, who had procured a wheelbarrow and was trundling along with it, looking left to right as she went as if expecting to see spare bunny parts at any moment.

“Um…who?” asked the horse, looking uncertain at this unexpected question from a barrow-wielding bat.

“Betty! The bunny magician girl? Falls apart a lot? Works at the diner?”

“Ooooh, right, I have seen her once or twice!” he said, remembering a bunny head on skates rolling around said diner. “She served me the other day. Well, her body did…why?”

“Easter hunt! Thanks, babe!”

Babs sped off, trying to go as fast as she could while pushing the wheelbarrow along. The streets were quiet, presumably with people relaxing on a nice Sunday afternoon rather than going out and about, so getting to the café was easy-although she did have to leave the wheelbarrow outside. The diner was still open for now, although it was almost entirely empty save for an old porcupine sipping on a huge mug of coffee while reading the paper, as well as the owner.

“Hey, Ms. Woods!”

“Oh, heya Babs.” Came the slightly tired voice of a middle aged Golden Retriever as she cleans tables. “Come in for something to eat? Coffee?”

“Nope! Easter!” replied Babs. Then she took a sharp, deep breath before letting out a high pitched “EEEEEEEEEE” sound, her ears twitching and wiggling as her little face scrunched up in concentration. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she went over to the paper-reading guy at the table. “’Scuse me a moment!”

“Eh?!” he replied, looking up from his newspaper as Babs felt around underneath the table, causing the prickly old man to bluster and splutter. “N-ow hold on a minute there!” Babs let out an excited “eeee” as she found what she was looking for-two white bunny feet, which she holds in each hand, wondering if Betty could still feel them. She used the toes of one foot to tickle the soles of the other, and there was indeed a slight twitching in the tickled foot, toes moving up and down.

“Hah, neat!” she said, laughing at the sight. This drew her even more ire from the hedgehog, who shook his quill-laden head.

“You kids are weird.”

“Cheers, mate.”

“That wasn’t a compliment…oh, whatever, just please stop rubbing that bunny waitress’s feet next to my face!”. Having got what she came for, Babs took her leave. “Bye ,Ms. Woods! I’ll come in for something tomorrow!”

“Take care, hun. Happy Easter.” replied the diner owner, waving from her own table as the bat went back out onto the sleepy afternoon streets. Babs dumped the feet in the wheelbarrow and took off again. This was fun! And if she won, she’d get a prize from Betty! She had a decent idea of what she wanted if she won, but as for what she really wanted…she giggled and blushed to herself before continuing with her current game plan. No time for distractions! “Hey mister! You seen any of Betty about?”

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The park was practically serene as Matt and Sasha strolled down it. Or rather, Sasha strolled as Matt hovered around her head, the wings sticking out of his custom hoodie fluttering busily. They were not officially working as a team, but neither of them were particularly competitive so they were both content to move at a leisurely, relaxed pace, looking for likely hiding spots for Betty’s parts. The giant arctic was carrying a pair of legs and the top half of Betty’s torso, cradling the pieces in her arms. The chest-piece was wearing a short pink top with an egg pattern on the front, and the two had briefly debated whether or not Betty had gotten a special Easter egg top just for this.

“I’m sure I’ll spot something on my own eventually.” Said Matt, checking a nearby bush and finding a long-lost Frisbee, but no bunny parts. “This is starting to look bad.” He fluttered back over to Sasha. “At least one piece. I’ll settle for that.”

“Aim high.”

“I’ll find a real good piece. Quality over quantity.” He said, before smiling slyly at his friend. “Although you got a pretty good one there, eh?” Matt nudged an elbow into Sasha, nodding at the bust in her arms. “Eh? Eh?”

“Don’t be vulgar.” Said Sasha, dismissively. Matt waved a hand dismissively.

“You’re no fun sometimes.”

“You let me have this. You also do not like fun.” Replied Sasha, shrugging.

“T-that’s different. And I do so love fun! I do fun things all the time!”

“Watching anime at 2am is not fun.”

“…Anyway, you’ve still not told me what you want if you win.” Huffed the moth, rapidly changing the subject.

“That’s right.”


“Oh, so you’re leaving me to guess then? Hmmm…” Matt stared hard at the stoic wolf as he scratched his chin in mid-air. “Well, the prize is something magical related. Probably going to involve body parts coming off, let’s face it. So…” He continued to think, studying his friend’s countenance silently, the slight buzzing of his wings the only sound outside of the songs of distant birds.

“Aaaah.” He said at last, nodding. “Zvarri! The truth has one again been elegantly revealed to me…” Sasha continued to walk on, not responding to this. “Was that too obscure a reference?”

“I understood it and I am annoyed at myself.”

“See that’s the thing, you’re just as big a dork as me.” Says Matt. “Bigger actually, by a good foot at least.”

“Haha.”

“Halloween!” he blurted out, a non-sequitur if you didn’t know what they had gotten up to last Halloween. But Matt knew he had guessed right. Sasha said nothing, which in Matt’s eyes only incriminated her further, and he hovers horizontally in the air for a moment so he can giggle with mirth. “Hahaha, I knew it! You liked being a poor little amputee wolf, didn’t you? So small and cute~” He did a little loop-the-loop beside her. “Oooh, I bet you’ve been wanting to ask Betty for ages, and now you don’t even half to ask-oooft.”

“Shush.” Said Sasha, swatting Matt aside with a spare leg. He went spiralling through the air, away up into a tree and landing in a branch, recovering surprisingly well from this. Then he felt something soft with his hand. “N-nani?”

“Please don’t speak in anime.”

“Oh, sorry.” Matt felt behind him. Whatever it was, it was very soft indeed, and clad in a fabric of some kind. He picked it up and held it in front of him, and promptly fell out of the tree with a yelp. He did at least remember to float down halfway through his fall, landing gently on the grass. Sasha moved over to investigate.

“Ah.” She says, nodding and even managing a small smile. “A fun part. As you said.” Matt was holding what was, without question, a bunny girl’s butt. Betty’s butt. He looked down,yelped again, and let it fall onto the grass.

“I-I touched her butt!” said Matt, as he ran his hands over his face in distress. “That’s…so rude!”

“I think she would be hoping that someone did.” Observed the wolf. “Rather than her butt just staying in a tree forever.”

“Yes, butt…I mean, but…”

“I grabbed her chest. It’s fine.”

“You grabbed it by the back. It was very tasteful.” Matt gestured down to the butt in front of him, which was clad in pink shorts with eggs on the sides. “There is no good place to hold this really. It’s a fleshy minefield with no safe passage.” He wasn’t sure why this felt weird, but it did. Could she still feel it? Could he even dare to begin experimenting on that to find out if she could? She’d judge him, he thought to himself, sweat forming in his forehead fuzz. Sasha looked at him with her usual deadpan face, but her amusement was clear to him. Which just made things worse, really.

“I can take it if you want…”

“No, no!” he insisted, dragging the bunny butt closer to himself. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take this! I’m just…thinking it over. I’m considering my strategy. I bet you never even considered strategy.” Despite this, he remained seated on the grass, hands hovering over the detached derriere indecisively.

“You are an impossible, tiny moth.” Sighed Sasha, shaking her head. “I’m going to go look for more parts. If I lose by one I will remove your limbs.”

“You can’t use magic.”

“No. I can’t.” Sasha continued down the park pathway, fishing out a cigarette as she goes and lighting it. Matt watched her go, then turned his attention to what lay in front of him. He went to pick it up, then stopped. Then he tried again, then stopped. The flustered moth reflected that stuff like this was part of why he was very bad with girls. Well, maybe not stuff exactly like this, but still. He’d pick it up eventually. All in good time…

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It was maybe two hours or so later when Simone decided to go back to Betty’s house, having decided that she had found as many parts as she was going to find. She had looked through all their old hangout spots, and had been rewarded with a good haul of bunny parts, which she carried in a rucksack she had picked up from her own home, along with a detached mouth that had been smiling up from underneath her doormat. Simone thought back to what else she had found. A pair of paws in an old tire swing near the edge of town where they had played as kids. Two ears that had been left on a bush facing the grocery store that Betty once got banned from after an ill-advised attempt at magic involving a bottle display. Two forearms planted like stalks by the fence near Trevor Kingston’s place; he had a trampoline and was therefore the most popular boy on the block before he and his parents moved away to Pennsylvania…

She sighed as she remembered all the old memories. The Easter hunt, for her at least, had been partly an exercise in nostalgia as she revisited the sight of all these half-forgotten memories. This had the effect of making her reflect on her long relationship with Betty. She’d always been around for her. It was almost instinctual. Maybe it was Betty’s bad luck streak, always getting into hijinks and such. Simone just felt compelled to look out for the cheerful little bunny girl who wore capes unironically and always had something new to say, or to show her. It was no surprise she had ended up essentially being her manager, really…

As she approached the house, she saw another figure roll up with a wheelbarrow.

“Oooh, hey Simone!” said Babs. “You finished too?”

“Yeah I think I’m done. You see Matt and Sasha?”

“Sasha’s just a bit behind me. She only got about 4 or so parts I think…” It was clear that Babs was desperate to ask how many pieces Simone had found, so the goat took her bag off her shoulder and unzipped it, revealing her work. Babs peered inside and counted it out, mouthing out numbers as she worked.

“So…if we count the pairs as one then that’s…five?” she said, before looking down at her own wheelbarrow and quickly counting out the parts she had. Simone leaned over. The bat had found Betty’s feet, her eyeballs (which rolled around at the bottom like marbles), her upper arms, lower legs and finally her nose, which occasionally twitched as if about to sneeze.

“Hah, a tie!” said Simone. “Five parts each…I doubt there’s another five parts out there, so that means we have a tie break! Or maybe we just both win?”

“Yeah…maybe…” said Babs, looking a little down. “Honestly, I thought I’d smash this, but I totally ran out of ideas.” Her ears dropped slightly as she spoke. “Ahhh, I bet she’s going to think I know nothing ‘bout her. Haha.”

“It’s alright, you still joint-won with me, Babs.” Said Simone. “I mean you’ve only known her a year, and you still seem to know we about as well as I do. That’s pretty good, right?”

“I guess…”It wasn’t like the English bat to look so down, especially about something as seemingly trivial as this, but Simone had a pretty good idea why that might be. Suddenly, a large shadow loomed over the two of them. As Babs turned, Simone acted.

“Ah. As I thought.” Said Sasha, holding Betty’s thighs and chest in her arms. She looked down at the wheelbarrow, then at the open rucksack Simone was holding. “Congratulations, Babs.”

“Oh, no, no, it’s a tie, Sasha babe.” Said Babs, counting out the items in the wheelbarrow again. “See, I have five…huh?” The bat looked down, seeing that at some point a fluffy bunny tail had ended up in her wheelbarrow. She stared at it, then back at Simone, who whistled innocently. “I…y-yes, silly me, haha!”

“As always.” Smiled Sasha, ruffling the top of Babs head with a giant paw, nearly covering it up entirely. “Matt is just coming. I had to go embarrass him into action earlier on.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” Sasha looks at Simone, and the two make eye contact for a brief moment. There was a very subtle nod. “I will just head inside now, I think. Yes.” She took the keys off of the goat and sauntered into the house. When she was gone, Babs turned to the other girl.

“You-“

“I know you want to win more than I do, Babs.” Said Simone, smiling and patting the bat on the shoulder. “I had fun today, and I think Betty will be happy when she hears about today. Winning honestly isn’t that important to me. So take it.” Babs stared at her, mouth gaping. Then she gave the taller girl a big hug.

“Awwww, you’re such a super sweetheart, Simone!” she said, squeezing the goat with a surprising amount of force. “Thanks.” Simone took the hug silently. Should she tell Babs the real reason she let her win, i.e that it was painfully obvious to all of the gang at this point that Babs had a crush on Betty? She decided to keep that quiet for now. Part of her felt bad pointing that out, at any rate.

“Should we wait for Matt?” asked Simone.

“Nah, let’s go get a head start in putting Betty back together!” replied Babs, back to her usual excited self and obviously eager to talk to the bunny again. The two of them headed inside, ready to start the process of putting their friend back together at last.

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“...so then I checked under the hat, and there were the eyes! It was a bit weird, haha.”

Babs was in the middle of sharing details of how she had found her share of Betty’s pieces when there was a knock on the door. Sasha, who had been standing near the doorway, went to answer it, leaving Babs and Simone alone with a partially reassembled Betty, parts lying on the carpet floor. The bunny’s limbs had all been stuck back together, something that only required the right part being pressed together in the right places- Simone had briefly worried that they would need to get a pot of glue. The arms had been popped back onto her shoulders, the legs and tail were laid down with a gap left for when Matt showed up with Betty’s hips. Above the white neckstump they had placed the brain, ears and facial features.

“Yooooo.” Said Matt, walking in behind Sasha who returned to her previous spot. He was carrying his hoodie in his hands, and held it above the couch, shaking it a little. Out spilled the shorts-clad Betty butt. Babs laughed.

“Matt you are such a neurotic little Moth.” She said, picking up the relevant part and taking it over to the nearly-assembled Betty.

“I mean, I guess.” Agreed Matt, looking a bit embarrassed. He looked down at the parts as Babs neatly pushed the two torso parts together, creating one whole piece. “Wait a minute…where’s her head?”

“I was just about to asks.” Said Simone, looking worried. “I assumed you would have it!” Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. Most of the group looked as though they were about to freak out at this…until Sasha spoke up.

“Have we searched the house?” she said. “I don’t think we have.” Simone smacked her forehead at this, not believing that she never searched the most obvious place.

“Sasha, that’s…brilliant! You’re a star, babe!” said Babs.

“It’s amazingly obvious.”

“You’re an obvious star! Right, I’ll check upstairs, you all have a look down here!”

The group split up to go and check around the house for the missing head. Babs went straight up to Betty’s room. She had been there before a few times of course, but not for a while now that she thought about it. Was it weird to check around under her bed, or in her drawers, or in her cupboard? There was nothing weird about that, right? At any rate, after spending the best part of ten minutes inspecting every inch of Betty’s room, there was a shout from downstairs. Babs went to investigate and found Matt holding a white, round, featureless head, a blank face with empty eye sockets staring right at her, crowned by her brown hair.

“It was in the washing machine.” Said Matt, holding it up and looking rather proud of himself. Simone took the head with one hand.

“Well done, Matt. I think that puts you level on points with Sasha.” She said. Matt’s antennae twitched as his face shone with glee.

“Hah! That is just spectacular.” Said the moth, turning around and fluttering up to Sashas’ face. “We’re joint losers!”

“Yay.” Cheered Sasha, bringing in the relatively miniscule moth for a crushing hug. “Let me just express my happiness to you.”

“Eeek!”

Still applying the death-hug to a squirming Matt, Sasha followed Babs and Simone back into the living room. Joining the legs up to the appropriate places, Simone held the headless Betty up into a sitting position, the body still lifeless for now. Babs plopped the head onto the neck-she didn’t need to turn it left and right like she was screwing it in, but she did it anyway, just because. Then she stuck on the mouth and nose like they were stickers, before popping the eyeballs into the sockets.

“Do you think it matters which eye goes in which socket, like?”

“I’m sure she’ll let you know if her eyesight is reversed or whatever.”

Shrugging, Babs stuck the two rabbit ears back on, leaving Betty looking like her old self again at last. There was only one thing missing now, perhaps the most important piece of all. Babs picked up the brain lying on the floor and shoved it inside an ear. There was no response straight away, so Babs gave the head a good shake.

“Careful, some of those pieces might fall off again!”

“I think I put it in upside down or something-oh, wait!”

For the first time in a good while, Betty blinked.

“…Heya!” she said, eyes shining as she seen her friends again. “Happy Easter!”

“Happy Easter, babe!” said Babs, hugging the whole-again bunny tight. There was a chorus of “Happy Easter” from everyone else present, as they helped Betty to her feet.

“So? Who won?” asked Betty, once she was upright. She flexed her arms, legs and even her neck, as if getting used to her body again. Everyone pointed to the bat in the blue soccer top, who blushed and rubbed the back of her head, trying not to look at Simone too much.

“Haha, yup! I won at Easter!”

“Wooo!” said Betty, returning the hug from before. As this happened, Simone turned to Matt and Sasha briefly and gave them all a knowing look. The gang all started to fill out, leaving Betty rather confused.

“Hey, what’s the rush? I wanna ask you guys about the hunt!”

“We’ll talk later, Betty! Bye!”

Babs and Betty were left alone in the living room, Betty’s arms still clasped around her friends body. She pulled out of the hug and scratched the top of her head, muttering to herself about how weird that was. Babs, on the other hand, slowly realised why everyone had been in such a rush to get out, and why Simone had let her win, and found that she was now feeling very warm in the cheeks. Had it been that obvious?!

“S-so…feel good to be back in one piece, like?” she asked. It had suddenly gotten very quiet after a day going around asking people about Betty and hanging out with the others.

“Yup!”

“How did you even manage this,anyway? Like, your head was in a washing machine and your brain was in another room entirely. Did someone help?” asked Babs, and the reassembled bunny-girl giggled.

“A magician never reveals her secrets!” she said, laughing. “It was pretty relaxing actually. Being a brain, I mean. I’m going to have to get Simone to try that, she needs to destress every now and then!” Betty giggled. “Actually I was going to suggest that if she won…oh, speaking of which! You!”

“Me!”

“Yes! You won Easter, so that means you get to pick a magic prize!” declared the Bunny, spreading her arms out wide over her head. “Do you know what you want?”

“Well…I did…” began Babs, her heart starting to race a little bit. “I wanted to learn how to pull you out of a hat.”

“Oooo, that sounds great!” said Betty, grinning wide. “I could teach you that no problem! All you’d need is a top-hat to reach into and you can pull me out whenever you want!” She paused. “Wait, you changed your mind?”

“I…think so, yeah.” Managed Babs, gulping. Betty looked a little disappointed at this.

“Aww...well, I can teach you that another time, I’m sure. You always love to come do magic stuff with me anyway, right?”

“Y-yeah, that’s true! Actually, about that-“

“And you’re always so eager to learn new tricks! Oooh, we’ll have to put that show on someday like you said! “Betty and Babs the Breathtaking Buds!” continued Betty, waving her arm out in front of her like she was imagining that on a grand marque in the big city.

“Hahaha, yeah, and the thing is Betty, I-“

“So what’s your new idea? Oh, is it the headswap you mentioned last week? I like that one! It’d be easy too!”

“Yeah, babe, listen a second.” Said Babs, grabbing Betty by the shoulders before she could launch off into another idea. “That all sounds great, but…I was…hummmm…” The red tint under the grey fur of her face grew as Betty stared at her. “Iwantyou.”

“…Sorry?”

“You! I kinda…maybe was hoping we could like go out, like???” spluttered Babs, her eyes alternating between staring at Betty and looking anywhere else but at Betty now that the question had been asked. Now Babs had entered the excruciating period of time between the question and the all-important answer, and she almost instinctively tucked her head down and brought her arms up to hide underneath her wings. After a second of this she felt a soft paw rubbing against the still-exposed top of her head.

“Babs? Please put your wings down for a second.” Asked Betty in a soft, small voice. Babs let her guard down for a moment, her wings descending. She saw Betty’s face, and saw that she was smiling. Then the face leaned in. Betty planted a quick peck right on Babs lips before drawing her head back. “You’re like, super cute and funny and nice and stuff. Of course I’d like to go out with you!”

The resulting eeeeing shattered several windows in Betty’s house. But that was the only bad part of her day. It was still the best Easter ever.