A bright, cozy kitchen bursting with the scent of vanilla and sugar. Pastel icing glistens on cookies, and a bowl of dyed eggs rests near the window. Two figures are bustling about: Autumn, a sleek, proud rabbit with an apron that reads “Hop to It,” is arranging chocolate bunnies on a tray. Sigil is stirring a pot of caramel. Three of kids are dashing around the kitchen giggling, clutching painted eggs and licking melted chocolate off their paws.

Autumn: (cheerfully, setting another bunny on the tray)
I think we’ve outdone ourselves this year. These treats are going to make the neighborhood kits very happy. The Easter Bunny always delivers.

Sigil: (without looking up, stirring)
Mmhmm. Though technically, the Easter Makango delivered first.

Autumn: (pauses mid-placement)
...Here we go.

Sigil: (innocently)
What? I’m just saying—historically, the whole egg thing? That was our tradition. You know, actual egg-laying, springtime celebration, magical fluff. It makes sense.

Autumn: (smiling tightly, glancing at the kids)
Sigil. Please. We’re not doing this again. Not in front of the little ones.

Pups: (running past)
Sigma: Aunty Autumn! Look, my egg has sparkles!
Chi: My bunny has a bowtie!
Delta: I made mine poop jellybeans!!

Autumn: (grins and crouches down)
You’re all doing amazing. The Easter Bunny is definitely going to leave you extra treats tonight.

Sigil: (folds arms, eyebrow raised)
Or the Easter Makango might stop by with a surprise if the truth finally gets the respect it deserves.

Autumn: (straightening up, under her breath)
Sigil, I am begging you...

Sigil: (quietly, but firmly)
Come on, Autumn. You’re a rabbit. You don’t lay eggs. It never made sense. It’s like saying a fox invented snow. Makangoes started the whole egg-gifting thing centuries ago. But when the mau saw us, they freaked out. Called it “unnatural,” tried to hide us. So, boom—you got the credit.

Autumn: (exasperated but keeping her voice light)
So I’m what—just a mascot in an apron? That’s a little insulting, Sigil.

Sigil: (sighs)
No, no. Look, I like you. You're family. You work hard. You’ve made it a beautiful tradition. I’m just saying the roots got... rewritten. Swept under the mossy rug of history.

Autumn: (still smiling, eyes sharp)
And I’m just saying, maybe it doesn’t matter who started it. Maybe it’s about the joy we bring now. Whether you lay eggs or not.

Sigil: (lowering her voice)
It matters when your kids grow up thinking their own heritage is a footnote.

Autumn: (quiet, but firm)
And mine grow up thinking their aunt’s trying to rewrite the whole holiday because she didn’t get a parade.

Sigil: (snorts softly)
Maybe I don’t want a parade. Maybe I just want my species to get a footnote back.

[They both pause. A beat of silence. Chi waddles up and places a lopsided chocolate egg on the counter with pride.]

Chi:
Mama, Aunty Autumn—look! It’s a Makango Bunny Egg! It’s got long ears and a tail!

Autumn: (melts a little, crouches down)
Wow… That’s amazing, sweetheart.

Sigil: (softly, with a smile)
Looks like compromise in chocolate form.

Autumn:
Maybe we don’t need to rewrite the story… just add a few chapters.

Sigil:
Deal. But I still want at least a Makango emoji.

Autumn: (laughing quietly)
Fine. But don’t expect me to give up the ears on the holiday merch.