"Woah there, Angel! My hair is not food! Same with you, Devil."
I set down my overeager bunnies and they run across my bedroom floor in circles, more hyper than 5-year-old me on sugar.
"Is this what children are like?" I ask Marie as she instructs a maid to bring them carrots.
She shakes her head ruefully. "Children are much a little worse but just as delightful." There is a wistfulness and affection in her eyes that I can attribute to her nephew. As someone who is well in her middle-aged years, I'm happy that there is someone participating in Marie's life to a degree that I cannot.
"How is Lief?" Fluffs of rabbit fur float off of me as I give myself a good shake.
"Oh, he's marvelous," she gushes. "Quite taken with Radovalsk. I think he wants to settle down permanently in the city and never return to our village, no matter how much I've urged him to do so."
