Anya lounged in the doorway, giving the impression that she was waiting for something that required her to be dressed and mobile. Like, say, dinner being delivered?<br/><br/>“You have soak. Relax. We play after we eat,” the Bunny insisted. “What toys you like best? I get.”<br/><br/>There was a pink flash as her tongue peeked out from between her lips.<br/><br/>“You got favorite movie, too?”