@mrchofthehare

“There we go,” Whitney grinned to herself as she slowly moved her hands out of the tote which balanced a prey-friendly (vegetarian) shepherd’s pie on top of a house salad. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to breathe in her ‘hard work’ before grabbing her coat and shrugging it on. She tied the belt around her waist then propped up her note to her husband and son on the counter next to a smaller pie pan in case the two men didn’t eat before getting in for the night.

The door groaned behind her as she closed it before checking it was locked. It wasn’t a long trip to the inn but seemed just long enough to enjoy the fresh air. She danced between people, wearing a pleased smile to be out and just to have plans. Sure, Haigha was Wallace’s friend first, but the mother rabbit and hare found that they had more in common than they first thought: especially their concern for Wallace.

Whitney pushed open the front door to the inn open and smiled at the sight of her old friend. She walked up and threw her open arm around his shoulders to give him a hug before stepping back. “Haigha. I’ve missed you! Hope you’re hungry. Brought plenty to feed five mouths -- or two famished ones.” It didn’t matter much to the rabbit if the lobby was busy or what the hare was in the middle of completing. It was dinner time, the food was still warm enough that they didn’t have to reheat if they could sit soon.