Being locked in a storage room for two weeks by what amounted to giant alien bunnies was not Erin’s idea of a good time. It was the relentless boredom that finally drove her to ask Mwah-whatever for something to do. On a promise of good behavior, the teenager was finally allowed access to a laptop hooked into the ship’s computer. She could have gone delving into Becca’s files, but she found the broadcast channels first and the concept of giant alien bunny TV had been too great a temptation to resist. Even if she did have to make up the dialog.
“Did she just call Nashavn ‘fluffy’?” Tvansha paused and backed up a step to where Mwashnta was watching the human’s antic with barely repressed laughter.
“Apparently he is Sven: Fluffy Bunny of Interesting Shirts, and he’s in love with Bella: Cutest Bunny of Really White Fur.” He pointed at the newscaster’s co-host. “Or something like that.”
Tvansha shook her head with mock sadness, “If only his yearmate knew the truth.”
There was an unimpressed snort from behind them and both Tvansha and Mwashnta snapped to attention.
“I think, perhaps, it is time she started being useful?” The stocky lizard-like Captain reached between them to turn off the monitor. “Yes?”