"There really are plenty of people here with animal adaptations. I wasn't expecting it to be like that, but they look like they're all fine, and not harmed by them." The younger mage muttered, seemingly talking to himself, as Wolfe negotiated with the small bunny about the appropriate times to have ice cream.
"You won't be hungry for dinner if you have ice cream now, and that will make your mother very sad, since she worked hard to make dinner for you." The older mage explained, which made the bunny giggle.
"Mom is a terrible cook, we get all our meals from the cafeteria unless dad is cooking." She replied.
"Cafeteria?" The older man asked, looking at Wolfe.
