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❀ - The teenage hare growled at Jack’s question:

«Ah’ have eyes, y’know? Ah’ll look at whateva’ Ah’ want ta, wheneva’ Ah’ want ta! Hm!» She replied, trying to hide her discomfort.
But then, when Jack insisted on taking her to the Warren, she sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

She knew Jack was stubborn just like her, and none of them would’ve given up that easily.

«Fine, icicle.» She said, sticking her tongue out with a smirk; she knew Jack didn’t like that nickname: «Let’s get one of the ol’ man tellin’ offs. Like Ah’ wasn’t wishin’ fer anythin’ betta’…»

She tapped her foot on the ground to open a tunnel - and it obviously opened in the wrong place - before grabbing the Winter spirit’s hand and slipping inside it.

That was going to be a long day.

One thing Jack was certain about - Ester had not only her father’s arrogance, but also his grouchiness. He’d asked a simple question, and overreaction was what he had gotten.

“Okay then, whatever,” he said with a shrug. “Icicle? I’m no icicle, baby, I’m an iceberg.” He smirked jokingly when a hole opened up on the ground between them. She jumped first, pulling him along.

He, of course, was yelling out of his head as they slid down the hole.