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[Solomon comes on the screen wearing a light smile. There's a white bunny before him, one which is probably familiar by now, whom he is stroking gently between the ears. There is a notable change. Namely, the bunny is wearing a tiny little waistcoat. With a bowtie. And a couple more bows around his floppy ears. The bunny, it should be noted, Does Not Look Happy. The only question is whether it's because of the little outfit or the stroking, but either way, said bunny is nibbling on Solomon's sleeve.]

Good evening, all. I'm sure you've all met our friend Mr Ravel and his new disposition, here. I just thought I'd show off the additions I've made to his new look, courtesy of Meira and my friend An-lin, here.

[A teenage hand comes into view just long enough to wave before being snatched back. Solomon continues to smile blandly into the camera, his gaze staring into the distance.]

In the event anyone complains about animal cruelty, I would like to assure you that he's indicated to me that he misses wearing proper clothes.

[There's a delicate pause.]

By eating holes in two of my shirts. So I'm just doing him a favour, really. Smile for the camera, Ravel.

[Solomon saves his sleeve from being nibbled and puts Erskine a little closer to the camera, which Erskine obligingly snuffles adorably, the bows on his ears flopping everywhere. Along with his ears.]

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[Wait. Midii knows those ears.]

...he still hasn't changed back yet?

Not in the least.

[Solomon sounds absurdly cheerful by this fact.]

Isn't it fascinating?

[Midii...does not.]

More like worrysome.

[Her brows knitted together in concern. She might be used to magic now, but she still didn't entirely trust it. Especially when it pulled stunts like these.]

...I have some more carrots, if he wants? I just picked them up this morning. I was going to throw them in a stew, but I have a few to spare.

Oh, I think he'll be fine.

[With an easy sanguinity that belies any possible annoyance, helped by the fact that Ravel is taking up half the video screen.]

He's had quite the meal on my silk shirts.

He...ate your shirts?

[Why would he do a thing like that?]

'Ate' is a relative term. Maybe he was trying to make a collage. Either way, he's obviously resentful. Hence, the gift.

[Of the ... tiny silken waistcoat and bowties.]

[Resentful...or Revengeful?]

Are you sure that's what he was trying to tell you?

[Vengeful. Almost certain vengeful. Solomon has no doubt.]

Either that or he was encouraging something I shan't talk about in polite company.

[...Midii was young, but not that young; it took less than a second for her to get the innuendo. And her cheeks instantly reddend.]

Oh! I...um...

[People didn't bring up that line of thinking around her very often. She had very little experienced with not getting flustered.]

...no...that...probably wasn't it, either. Not...like that.

[Solomon is a gentleman, but he also doesn't really see the need in pretending children don't know what goes on behind closed doors. The Temple's views on sex were very open. Nevertheless, his tone is very dry.]

I certainly hope not, so I'm going to err on the side of his demanding some nice clothes to wear. Unless you have another suggestion ...?

[Her face was still red, so congratulations in not bothering to pretend. Mission accomplished.]

I thought he was...you know...mad at you or something.

[He's so cheerful. And so full of shit.]

Can't imagine why. I'm a perfectly lovable fellow.

[So that's what she smelled through the screen.]

That doesn't mean people can't still get mad at you.

Especially if they're already in a bad mood because they were turned into a rabbit against their will.

Oh, he's had plenty of time to adjust.

[He is now stroking the bunny. In a cheerfully evil sort of way.]

You don't...adjust to getting turned into an animal.

[Not that Midii had personal experience with that sort of thing, but she was pretty positive, if it happened to her, she would have been perpetually freaking out.]

Would you?

Of course. People can adjust to anything, given the time. Ravel's the versatile type, or so I've heard.

So you've heard.

[She echoed in a manner clearly unbelieving him him.]

Are you willing to bet your entire wardrobe on that?

[Since, she suspected, more than those two shirts were on the nibbling list.]

What can I say? Life isn't much fun without a gamble or two.

[He only grins unrepentantly back. True, Ravel will get his revenge, but that was a fun all on its own. In the background there's a door thudding, and he glances away for a moment before turning back.]

Alas, must go; I'm about to get into trouble. Unless I can make sure Ravel gets into trouble instead.

Alright.

Good luck.

[~~She'll send flowers to your funeral~~]

I don't need luck. I'm far too skilled and charming for that.

[~~Kids these days, no faith. No faith at all.~~ He turns off the video so he can attend to the suddenly appearing significant other.]