The entrance to the Warren was atop a hill today, easily mistaken for nothing more than a hole in the ground. Baby Tooth had shown him the trick to finding it the last time they visited and this time he wanted to make sure he could find Bunny's home. Jack squinted down, making sure this was the right tunnel, then hopped in, eager to get out of the sun.

The earth was cool around him a welcome refuge after the scorching sun and frost patterns glinted after him where he dragged a hand idly along the side of the tunnel. Bunny frowned on snow in his warren, so he tried to keep the ice to a minimum, though today he probably could have gotten away with a light dusting in one of the tunnels.

A voice echoed down the tunnel, faint, but growing stronger as he walked toward the source, until he could make out words. "While I'm alone and blue as can be."

Jack's eyebrows shot up into his bangs and he bit back the greeting he'd been about to call out. Usually Bunny knew exactly when someone was in his hideout, a fact that had led to him getting caught several times, but with Easter tomorrow the big rabbit was understandably distracted. Jack himself got like just before winter started, when he could widen his sphere of influence and the snow was itching to burst free.

Soft as a snowflake, he crept down the tunnel, following the singing, smirk swiftly growing across his face.

"Dream a little dream of me."

Tooth hummed sometimes in a distracted manner, songs hundreds of years old that she'd lost the words to. North mumbled things in Russian that could be imagined to be Christmas carols when he was working on a particularly perplexing problem, but he'd never heard any of his fellow Guardians outright sing. He hadn't been aware any of them could until now.

"Stars fading, but I linger on, dear," Bunny continued.

Jack flitted unobserved out of one of the tunnels and leaned against the wall, watching Bunny hop around. The rabbit was monitoring egg-painting, paws a whirl as he put touches on some of the more intricate eggs. Baby Tooth spotted the Guardian of Fun and zipped over, chirping that Bunny wasn't paying her any attention. The teen quickly shushed her, hoping Bunny wouldn't hear.

"Still craving your kiss,"

Now Baby Tooth was shushing him as Jack had to choke back laughter at the little dance step that accompanied that line. That alone would provide excellent blackmail material.

"I'm longing to linger to dawn, dear, just saying this."

Bunny's voice gained in volume on the last words, notes rising to rattle around the dome. Jack had to admit, the Guardian of Hope could sing, but oh how he wished he had a camera right now. Jamie and Sophie would love this, though the latter simply because Bunny was her favorite Guardian and she loved anything to do with him for reasons he himself couldn't fathom.

"Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you."

Bunny had started crooning, bent over the finished eggs as they trooped in rows toward the main distribution point. He was singing directly to the eggs now, rather than the at-large singing he'd been doing since Jack had entered the Warren.

"Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you,"

He nudged one wayward egg back into the line with the gentleness that belied his size and often argumentative nature. The song had dropped from filling the dome to a soft ballad, soothing the eggs into behaving, perhaps even imbibing them with something more than just normal eggs.

"But in your dreams, whatever they be, dream a little dream of me."

The song trailed off into silence and Bunny straightened up with a satisfied sort of noise as the last few eggs filed past him. For a moment the Warren was still, the only sound the whir of Baby Tooth's wings in the spirit's ear and the tromp of eggs' feet. When several seconds passed and Bunny didn't start again, Jack tucked his staff into the crook of his elbow, put his hands together and started clapping.

Bunny started, spinning around in midair to face him. He had one of his boomerangs out and ready to throw before he realized who was standing there. "Crikey Frostbite, don't scare me like that, I thought you were Pitch," he groaned, straightening back up. Jack leaned on his staff, smirking as the other Guardian suddenly froze, realizing what it meant that he was standing there. "Please tell me you didn't hear any of that."

The spirit's smile only grew.

And this, fair ladies and noble gentlemen, is why the second genre is humor. I hope I could make you laugh.

bedstories: I'm glad you liked Baby Tooth, and thank you for the chocolate.