Our Favourite Things

" ...Dreams come to tell us something about our lives that we are missing."

― James Redfield, The Celestine Prophecy

The blurry cascade of vibrant trees whisked by as the squad car raced down the empty roads of Bunnyburrow. Its roaring engine was the only constant sound to the few passengers inside.

Though it was common for a vehicle from the sheriff's department to take on excessive speeds, it was generally only when chasing down those that were breaking the law. And this wasn't one of those times... Eliot knew that. But this, to him, was a definite emergency.

He smiled at the two mammals sitting awkwardly in the back seat while he barely kept the vehicle in one lane. Every now and again when he'd glance at them in the rearview mirror, he could swear that Nick gave Judy the look and when she had caught him, he stared out the window all while she kept her eyes on him in the same way. So while they were playing 'eye keep away', he grinned as he wondered what they were thinking.

How fast are we going? Nick wondered, feeling himself being pressed back into the seat from the forward motion. From the speed, it felt like the train he was on a few minutes ago was much slower. He even had a chance to look at the posted speed limit for a split second and raised a brow when it read '45MPH' when they were going at least twice that speed; thee times maybe?

That aside, Nick shrugged and slumped back in the seat. A lot was on his mind and he tried to occupy his forethought with anything other than the past few weeks with the increasing tension in the city. The trip was okay, and the view - albeit a bit fast - was nice, calming even. Then there was his mild excitement over moving into a new house, his family and friends... the bunny next to him.

His paw tensed, tapping the little gift basket that sat between them. He had glanced over to her several times now and this time he willed himself to stare out her window and only see the tips of her ears. There was a lot about her that was different than most prey that he had just met. From her being willing to sit next to, or even be around predators, to the way she interacted with him at a few minutes ago.

What was with that look she gave me at the train station? he asked himself as his eyes slowly drew downward. It wasn't like he hadn't been stared at before. No. But having experienced most prey (and some predators) expressions as 'Hey look, a fox... RUN!', he hadn't the slightest clue as to what her demeanor held. Thought it did feel like a clumsy welcome.

And with clumsy welcomes, Nick sought to break the ice by talking to her in some manner; usually teasing, it was a gift and a curse.

However, the second he saw the faintest glimmer of purple, he turned away altogether... but not before his mind played tricks on him to where he imagined her smiling at him.

Which was ironically what Judy was doing.

The bunny had been trying to catch glimpses of the fox out of the corner of her eyes, but wasn't exactly successful. While mostly out of excitement that there would be a new student and neighbour - a fox at that - she was eager to see more of that brightened smile she had known every mammal to wear when they first came to the burrows.

Yet, whenever she glanced his way, Judy had to look away as she caught the green of his eyes every single time. And sweet CHEESE did she ever feel awkward when that happened. She loved the colour. It was nearly everywhere she went, but it was rare to see any mammal with green eyes. In her constant effort to break the monotony of their trip by striking up a conversation, she fell just short of being able to say the first word.

Attempting to find something to say, she looked out the window and raised a brow.

Why's Mr. Eliot speeding? she mused, now focused on the front seat. She could see the wolf's ears flicker every now and again from behind the grated window. He knows that this isn't an emergency, right? But then again he is acting strange.

Judy had, for a brief moment before they entered the car, asked Eliot just why he couldn't have put Nick's luggage in the trunk. You know, that place meant to carry bags in the first place. He had, instead, haphazardly piled them in the passenger seat after setting Nick in the back and shut him in.

When she confronted him about it, his excuse was - and she didn't know how he even came to this conclusion - that Nick, being new to town and having grown up in the city, would feel more comfortable in the back with her as it would feel like a cab ride with Eliot as their chauffeur.

While Eliot may have thought it felt like that, this was still technically a squad car. And not only that, but the sheer logic didn't really make sense at all. Either way, from what she could tell, Nick was comfortable; she dropped her argument for the sake of peace.

Trying to isolate her thoughts into something say while taking in the blur of trees, Judy absentmindedly reached over to the gift basket between them. Her paws instinctively smoothed over one of the carrots she meticulously placed within. When she grabbed it and started munching on it, she heard a soft chuckle.

Turning to the source of the noise, she was again met with the sudden glint of green. Nick was staring right at her; she didn't know exactly what to say.

He spoke first. "Hungry are we, Carrots?"

Judy... blinked. Did he just call me 'Carrots'?!

Not even a full hour and he had given her a derogatory nickname. It wasn't like she hadn't been called that before - she, in fact, named herself that before in the letters she sent to a friend years ago - but to hear another mammal say it clearly, despite the species, made her brow furrow.

Her nose scrunched and she narrowed her eyes. Her free paw made its way to her hip while she pointed at him with the other. "Alright, Nick," she deadpanned, "You may not know this, but calling a bunny-"

"Oh I know, Carrots," Nick interrupted with what Judy could see was the smuggest grin any mammal ever had. "You can't call a bunny 'cute'," He accentuated the word with theatrical flair and winked. "Cute hat, by the way," Judy scowled while Nick leaned a little closer. "But I was just calling out what your favourite snack seems to be."

Her paw still pointing at him, Judy was taken aback. How did he know that I-

The second that she saw the blur of orange held within her paw, she knew what the fox had meant. Now horrified that she had taken a carrot from the gift basket that she gave him, she looked down to it and became suddenly embarrassed. Not only did she eat half of the carrot that she held, but she had eaten the other two she had packed away.

She gasped, "Oh no! No, no, no!" Judy's paw dropped the carrot onto the seat as she blushed from her faux pas. "I am so sorry about that." she apologized.

Never before had she made a mistake like this, it was an entirely different kind of embarrassment. Recalling her day earlier, she realized all too late why she had done this and she needed to confront her issue. "It's just that I forgot to get lunch and then I guess having carrots around made me hungry. And then I-"

Nick waved his paw dismissively. "Eh, it's alright, Carrots," he jeered, snickering all the while. "I'm not gonna hold it against you."

Judy, again, was taken aback. Not because he said it was alright - she hoped that was the case - but because within the hour she knew that this new nickname would stick like a stigma as long as he was around; they always seemed to, much like her own given to her by her father: Jude the Dude.

Sighing as she resigned herself to this, she smiled and shook her head. Perfect 'Officer Carrots'. Now I need to figure out a nickname for him as well.

With the two mammals finally talking to one another, they never saw the absolutely beaming expression of the one in the front... or the phone he had taken out to snap a few sneaky pictures. He made sure to turn off the shutter sound, but also didn't ensure to keep his eyes on the road. The second the vehicle hit the little divets used to startle dozing drivers, he dropped his phone and took control of the wheel again.

He didn't do so quick enough as he caught the bunny and the fox off-guard.

"Deputy Eliot what are you doing?!" Judy chattered, feeling the car get back on the right track.

Thinking quickly, he came up with just what he needed to say, and just in time too. "Just, uh... dropped my phone," the wolf replied. His ears perked up when he peered down the road a little to see a dirt path that lead down to where they were headed. He turned back to them with a cheesy smile. "Looks like we're here!"

Nick sat up in his seat as he tried to get a better view of the place, but all he could see were trees on either side. When they got a little closer - and thankfully the wolf went a little slower down the path - he finally caught a glimpse of where he'd be living in Bunnyburrow. Despite everything that Glen had said to him, he wasn't prepared for this.

In the small clearing ahead stood a small cottage; two floors, wooden all around and painted white. A cobblestone chimney jutted out of its left side and the whole thing was surrounded by various shrubbery.

It didn't look too bad for a house in the middle of the woods, but then again, Nick hadn't lived in a house before and didn't know what to expect.

When the vehicle came to a stop on the dirt path that lead up to it, Eliot wasted no time in letting the two out just after he picked up his phone again. The fox hopping out of the car was soon tailed by the bunny and her gift basket. Both stared at the residence, Nick with bewilderment, and Judy with joy.

Scratching the nape of his neck, Nick sighed. I guess it isn't gonna be too bad here? he questioned, fully hoping that it would be true. He was about to shrug it off and get his bags when he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Startled at this turn of events, he cast his gaze skyward to see Eliot bearing a bright grin at him and Judy somehow pushed closer. He couldn't have felt more uncomfortable.

"Alright, now that you're at your new house, I think we should get a picture of you and your new friend," he said, stepping away to leave the two teens to stare at him. He stood next to the car and knelt down with his phone camera focused on them.

Nick didn't really know what to think. Sure, he had just met Judy and she seemed nice. And then there was Eliot; friendly and somehow a bit terrifying. But when he turned back to the bunny, he was surprised to see that she was right beside him; prey never got that close to him willingly for more than a half second to pass him by. It made him a little more relaxed.

Judy thought it was a great idea. Though she just met Nick, it was always nice to have some memory or memento of a new friend; pictures were ideal for the occasion. Still, she needed something a little more, a way to give Nick a taste of Bunnyburrow justice: his own nickname. Turnabout is fair play, Nick. she mused. I just have to find out what he likes best.

Excited that his little plan was being pieced together, Eliot waved his paws at them. "A little closer," he informed, ushering the two to move an inch towards each other and close the gap. "A little more," There was no space between them, "Little more," They were practically joined at the hip now. "Now pose like you're best friends," It took a second for each of them, but Judy wrapped her arm around Nick's waist and he, in turn, put his arm around her shoulders; his tail had a mind of its own. And while it was unfamiliar for Nick to have any mammal cling to him except for Skye, Judy didn't seem to mind; Eliot was internally howling with joy.

"PERFECT!" he shouted, barely able to contain any part of his excitement. He focused the camera dead on them. "Aaannndddd... Smile!"

With the click of his phone to capture the picture, the wolf admired what he saw: two complete strangers - a bunny with a bright smile under her straw hat and a fox, with his tail just seemingly wrapped around her, making 'rabbit ears' with his paw just behind that hat - that looked like lifelong friends.

Satisfied with the result, he pocketed the device and grabbed the luggage out of the car. His tail excitably swished behind him the whole time, kicking up dirt and fallen leaves with every pass.

"So, Nick," he addressed, shouldering the bag and trotting up to the front door of the cottage. "You ready to see the house?!"

Knowing that nothing but a clear 'yes' was in order, Nick tapped his foot and scratched his ear. Straightforward answers were not his style. He grinned. "If it has a swimming pool and a butler, then I'm definitely interested."

Hearing the wolf chuckle and the bunny giggle, Nick followed them up to the porch. He was surprised to see a small swinging chair by the entrance, but was careful not to fall into the foliage; one of the bushes was prickly.

Taking out the key and opening the solid wooden door, Eliot tilted his head to the residence and waved the fox forward. "Welcome your new home in Bunnyburrow, Nicholas Wilde."

The tone in his voice was nothing short of jubilant, and the expression on Nick's muzzle when he peered inside was unforgettable; Judy would etch it in her mind for the rest of her days.

That dazzling, gleaming, kit like wonder that never failed to brighten her day as well as show the world that there is certainly beauty left.

While it looked okay on the outside, Nick expected it to be bare and dusty on the inside, but it was fully furnished. Hardwood floors in the foyer welcomed him with a mat for his feet and sturdy table set with scented candles and a candy bowl. There was a small sitting area was just to his left with several sturdy looking couches that surrounded the chimney. Light poured in from a single bay window.

To his right, he saw the beginnings of a kitchen and dining room. A small, ambient chandelier lit the space and she caught glimpses of a set table with a few welcome balloons tied down on it. And in front of him, he saw a small hallway with doors on either side and a staircase that lead to the upper floor.

Taking a second to breathe it all in, pine scent and all, Nick started pacing around to get his bearings; his tour guide followed.

"They did a good fixup job on this place," Eliot informed, dropping the bags off in the living room. "Repaired the windows, fixed the walls, replaced the roof." As he listed these things off, Judy set the gift basket on the kitchen counter. She had been there before to help with some of those repairs and was glad that she was at least able to do some of the painting in the bedrooms and hang curtains.

When he finally caught up to the two, Nick wore a slightly different expression on his muzzle. Judy tilted her head to read it further as the wolf continued to explain the inner workings of the house. She had often been told by her mother and even the sheriff that she was sharp and intuitive. She did her level best to try to know what any mammal was thinking, it was part of being a cop.

So, despite his calm demeanor, when she took a closer look, he seemed... lost? Overwhelmed? Alone?

To her, it wasn't hard to understand why. A mammal from the city coming to live in the country alone for a few weeks? There were few scenarios that she could think of where one would feel just that.

Mulling over what she could do to hopefully curb or break such a state, Judy's thoughts flashed to only one simple option. He'll be my classmate tomorrow! I can take him to the school's courtyard! Her foot tapped in unison to her plan, it was too exciting. I wonder what he'll want to choose to grow?

Before she knew it, their tour had led them to the kitchen, and Eliot was wrapping up his welcoming speech. "And just remember, the Bunnyburrow Sheriff's Department will hunt you down until you get married."

Nick took a step back and bumped against the kitchen table. How the wolf went from talking about the floorplan to how singles should find a significant other was beyond him. He gave a nervous grin. "I'll keep that in mind, Officer."

Attempting to find a way to occupy himself lest the wolf bombard him with talk of designer wedding rings down at their local jewelers, Nick saw the gift basket sitting next to him. Having not eaten since he left for the new house, he quickly rummaged for the little treat he had his eyes on while in the car: blueberries.

Eliot nodded. "Well, all that's left is upstairs and-" In his haste - and now watching Nick take a snack - he had completely forgot one of the most important details. "Oh, that's right! A few of us packed the fridge with food for you."

Taking another bite of the next few blueberries, Nick and nodded. He had wondered what he'd do for food and didn't exactly know if any pizza places were open; or if there were any to begin with. And even if there weren't, the little morsels he had in his paw were far more delicious than any storebought brand of berry he had.

He hadn't even noticed he hummed and actually savored the flavour of them. So when they were out of his paw and he reached into the basket again to find none, he sighed. Good things like that never last, huh?

In his dismay, he never saw Judy smirking. He ate the blueberries! she mused. I know just what to get him next time, and what to call him!

She was a second away from coming up with a quip and his new name, but was silenced when a phone buzzed; it was Eliot's.

When he looked at the message he received, his expression went blank. "Uh-oh! We gotta go, Judy," he said, casting an apologetic look Nick's way. "Sheriff's got in a little bender again. He needs a ride home."

Visibly cringing at what she knew had happened, Judy gave Nick a somber look as well. She wanted to stay a little longer and help him get used to the new environment, but, of course, Jack had to wreck a car again.

Dropping the key on the table, Eliot made his way to the front door. "I'll swing by to take you to school tomorrow. So don't stay up late." He waved his goodbye but waited for Judy to do the same.

And say goodbye she would. Now's your chance.

She gave a curt bow. "It was nice to meet you."

Likewise, Nick grinned and gave her a nod and short salute. "Take care, Carrots."

She grinned back, matching every bit of his smug expression.

"See ya at school," Judy singsonged and bounced off to the door. She paused there for just a second to look back, and call him by his new nickname. "Blueberries."

She closed the door and left the fox bewildered at the turn of events. He couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Blueberries?!" he repeated. "She called me Blueberries..."

Nick had to laugh. He hadn't been called that for quite some time, but he didn't mind. Soon enough, he felt a bit odd in the quiet house alone. He had to figure out something that he could do to occupy himself. Alright, Ranger Blueberries, let's get settled in.

And settle in he did. He unpacked his bags by taking them to one of the upstairs bedrooms - Nick was glad that there were four. Though he didn't know which one to choose from, he decided on taking the one with green wallpaper, much like his Pawaiian shirt. In setting up his new room and finding places for clothes, electronics, and keepsakes, he realized that he still hadn't called his mother to say he arrived safely.

When he pulled out his phone to do just that, he felt it ring just then. He shook his head. She always knows just when to call, doesn't she?

He answered. "Hey, Mom," Being so used to conversing and multitasking, he paced his way downstairs. There was the promise of food in the fridge and it was starting to get late. "Yeah, I got here okay. Sorry I didn't call earlier."

The second he opened the refrigerator, he wasn't disappointed. There were packages of food here and there, all wrapped neatly and portioned out. If he guessed, it'd be enough to last him a good few weeks. He took out the first thing he saw - some sort of veggie lasagna labeled 'welcome from Mrs. Hopps - and put it in the microwave.

His ears flickered as his mother bombarded him with questions of how the new place was and if he was happy there. "It's..." What could he say, really? He just got there, the folk were friendly and didn't really seem to hate predators. He chuckled from his time with Judy. "It's great, actually," he admitted. "Fresh air, open space," but, of course, there was the bad side of everything. "No tv or wifi..."

Sharing a laugh with her and hearing how her day was, Nick began to tear into his food. Again, he was impressed. The food tasted so much better than the stuff he had in the city. It was on par with what his mother made often.

When Marian said that he had another that wanted to speak to him, he thought it was either Glen or Serenity asking him how he was settling in... that wasn't the case.

He reeled when he heard the screech of 'NICKY' in his ear. The tod knew that the vixen always did that kind of thing. "Hey to you too, Skye."

On the verge of taking another bite, he felt the room become a little bit colder. Did the ac kick in? he wondered.

He had to stop himself for a moment when Skye went off with a plethora of questions on her own. "No, I haven't seen any ghosts. There's no such thing. Yes, there are rabbits here and- no, no they're not chasing me out with a torch... yet. Wait, what?! Ugh!For the last time, there are no ghosts here!"

The conversation drawing to a close, his claws tapped idly against the table. He had often spoken to Skye over the phone like this, but never so far away. when she had finally said all that she had time for, she became a bit quiet; unusual for her.

Nick took a deep breath, he didn't know what to say. So all he could do was say what came to his mind. "Hey, Skye," he began, she barely answered. "It's nice here. I'm sure you'll like your new room.

Her laugh was all he needed to hear before he bid her and his mother goodnight.

When he had finished his food and readied himself for bed, he looked all around his room. It was far calmer than he had imagined. The green wallpaper relaxed his nerves and the constant scent of pine and other natural perfumes eased his mind.

The last thing he saw before the blissful haze of sleep claimed him, was the little green hat he wore back when he wanted to become a scout. A tired smile cast its way towards the memento. He was reminded of the only other mammal in the world that had ever called him by the nickname that Judy gave him. Heh... blueberries and carrots.

Deep, labored breaths were exhumed from the bovine as he took careful, calculated sips from his mug. Its contents spilled a little every time he brought it to his muzzle; he couldn't stop his hooves from shaking.

Upon the fourth or fifth sip, he felt it become a little more stable as a grey pair of paws helped him steady it.

Sheriff Chambi looked at the doe helping him with a brightened smile.

"Thank ya', ma'am," he spoke in a ginger manner, taking caution in his sip before she helped him set it down.

Bonnie sighed. "You're welcome, sheriff," she said in a dull tone looking across the coffee table and tapping her foot in frustration at the nervously smiling buck. "It's the least I could do given the circumstances."

Feeling all eyes on him, Jack gulped and shivered from the verbal scolding he was going to get; there was no time to prepare. He stood up."Sir, I'm terribly sorry about what happened to the car." he apologized, scratching the back of his neck and attempting to avoid the death glare from the other two mammals in the main living room.

"I didn't know that the breaks would-"

"SHUT YER' YAP!" Chambi shouted, slamming his hoof on the bridge of his knee and flinching from the impact. He cringed and then grasped the bridge of his bandaged nose and sighed. "This is the fifth time... FIFTH... TIME in eight months you don' caused a wreck!"

Jack couldn't help but back away a little at the continued mishap... and miscount. He doesn't know about the old truck, does he?

Chambi fumed, mulling over how quickly the situation elevated.

He had just given Jack the keys to the cruiser and said a little prayer. No sooner had he got into the vehicle, buckled his seatbelt, and blinked, he could taste the airbag that deployed. Jack hadn't even been in the car for a full ten seconds when he veered off the road and straight into a tree at full speed; he couldn't break.

When they managed to get out and call for help, they were picked up by some of the Hopps family and escorted to the burrow. With all that happened in a short time, Chambi was happy for a few things. One, that the Hopps' were always willing to help. Two, that they were still alive. And three, that he had shed his antlers earlier that spring. He couldn't imagine what would happen if they had stuck around.

Now stuck here after speaking with Bonnie and Stu about the damages, the deer waited for his other deputy to return so he could go home for the day. He could write a report in the morning. To say that he was furious about the whole ordeal was an understatement.

"I don't know how you managed to get 'yer permit, but I think-"

"Hey there, sheriff."

Chambi and Jack both turned from each other and to the wolf idly swishing his tail at the mouth of the hallway. Much to Jack's relief, Eliot had finally arrived with Judy striding in not too far behind him.

For a moment, all was calm... only until the canine spoke up. "Sheriff," he addressed again with a grin and nod towards Jack. "You know you could have called Sunny to-"

"I ain't callin' his godmother!" Chambi shouted, standing up with a bit of effort. He pointed at Jack with indignation. "Last time I did, she tried to get me in shorts... SHORTS! I don't wear 'em!"

Gathering only quizzical looks and the awkward cough, the deer huffed and trotted off to the door.

"Let's go," he said to his deputy while turning back to face the few bunnies that remained. "I hope you folks have a nice night. Oh, and Jack," The bunny listened intently. "Next time, I'ma shred that license so 'ya can't cause another wreck!"

The door slammed to leave only bunnies behind, Judy cast Jack a sympathetic smile. "That bad?" she asked and he returned the statement with a nod.

She walked up to him and pat him on his shoulder. "You'll get it one day."

While not entirely assured from her comforting words, Jack did feel a little better. She, more than any bunny there, knew his constant struggle when it came to vehicular incidents. There was the squad car today, a tractor or two, several trucks and cars... a scooter. The only thing that he could really (legally) ride was his own bike.

Still, he shrugged. There were more important things to dwell on. "How is our newest neighbour?" he asked, starting to make his way down the hall as he was genuinely curious as to who they were. He had heard only heard the name from the sheriff as he would share nothing else.

Judy perked up. Her encounter with Nick was rather endearing. She made a new friend and they even bonded for a while. "You mean blu- Nick?" Catching herself before she gave away his nickname, she went on. "He's okay. A bit shy, as sassy as the Swinton sisters, aaannnddd, Eliot's new friend."

Jack paused in the middle of the hall. He tried to envision what this mammal would act like, but couldn't put the pieces together fully. Well, aside from being mentored by the wolf as he himself was. That lead him to question, "What is he, by the way?"

Judy's ears fell. "Oh, right," She scratched her arm as she recalled Jack's one true fear. She took a deep breath. "Well... he's a-"

"Aunt Judy! Aunt Judy!"

Stopping the moment she heard the shrill chirp, Judy peered down the hall. Barreling towards them as fast as their legs could carry them was a small, light brown bunny. She giddily galloped at full speed while a small paper was clutched in her paw.

Knowing full well what would happen, Judy stretched out her arms just as the bunny jumped at her. "Hey there, Cotton." Judy laughed, catching the kit and bringing her into a deep hug.

Snuggling against her, the little bunny giggled before holding up her prized possession. "Look what I made."

Taking the suggestion to heart, Judy looked at the sheet to see what the bunny had created this time. It was an amalgam mess of macaroni, glitter and crayon colours that puzzled her, but she wouldn't let Cotton know that. "Oh wow!" she gasped, trying to find some semblance of anything to the pictures madness. "This looks great!"

Never one to demean another, Judy watched the expression of the kit brighten. "It's us picking carrots." Cotton explained.

Tilting her head, Judy could see subtle orange and green with several pieces of macaroni for ears and varying colours. Though she didn't know what all the red was. She probably ran out of hazel brown, she figured.

Nevertheless, Judy chuckled. "This here," she waved the paper and pointed down the hall. "Is going on the fridge."

Cotton gasped and hugged her aunt.

While the two were enjoying the moment, Jack looked at his watch. He had meant to be back earlier to finish his studies, but the wreck had put him off schedule. "I've gotta go, Judy," he bid her, already taking off towards his room. "See you tomorrow."

Waving back at him, Judy hopped her way off to the main kitchen. Since she promised Cotton it would be hung up there, now was the best time to do so just before they all went to sleep.

While skipping her way there, she caught glimpses of the red, blue, and green in the picture. It reminded her of Nick. Carrots and Blueberries. she thought, mentally listing off as many fruit and vegetable puns as she knew about the two.

A smirk crept on her muzzle for reasons she couldn't quite grasp. Regardless, she shook her head. She had a kit that was eager to see her picture posted on the fridge this week, she wouldn't keep her waiting.

The joy of our dreams is greater with friends

[A/N]

Special thanks to Koraru-san for allowing me to use Eliot.

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[FF Review Responses]

GusTheBear: The stalker is here to stay. And items belong in a shipping cart. XD

the Red Omega: This is that very same Eliot!

J Shute Norway: Skye? You'll see what happens to her in the one shot. And I'll get to them figuring out who the other is gradually. There will be fluff to be had!

Cimar of Turalis WildeHopps: Their meetings were supposed to be different, but I thought that this was the best route for more fluff. And with Eliot, there's no such thing as a sunken ship. XD

[Trivia and Notes]

This chapter was, like many others you'll see soon, supposed to be vastly different. For starters, I had no idea of what Nick's new home looked like until I started writing Jack's part. There was supposed to be an interaction between Judy and a sister that she absolutely dreads, but that will have to wait. I finally remembered Cotton and decided to put her in the mix. And I didn't know how to introduce their nicknames until I thought "Well... Judy's gotta be hungry, right?

There's going to be a separate one-shot story that follows Skye on this day. Look forward to it in NaZoWriMo!

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