This is the first time I had to write this and post it on the same day. Usually I have a bit of a backlog, since I write some of these quickly during my free periods.
"So, you can only turn into a bunny?" Robin asked Panne.
"...You've seen my transformation, right?" Panne asked. "The way you're wording that makes it sound like I only turn into a small hare."
"But it's a bunny." Robin said. "A giant, demon bunny."
"Yes." Panne said. "What's your point?"
"You're fired is my point." Robin replied.
"Why?" Panne asked, twitching one of her ears.
"You're keeping pretty calm." Robin commented. "This is gonna be like the Miriel meeting, isn't it?"
"I don't understand why you would want to fire me." Panne said. "Yes, I am a bunny, but I'm the size of a lion."
"I know that, but what I find disturbing is how you take the form of an attractive woman when you aren't in bunny mode." Robin commented. "I mean, I know you married Gregor, but I can't help but wonder if there is any difference between him...mating with you in this form and in bunny form."
Panne remained silent.
"...What the actual fuck?" Robin said. "Seriously? Really?"
"He said he was curious." Panne replied.
"...I'll address that with him later." Robin said. "Look, since you are this big bunny, hypothetically speaking, you could, maybe, let people ride you? It could be...you know…" Robin trailed off.
"...You want to ride me?" Panne said. "I thought you said the bunny thing wasn't intimidating."
"Well, you just sold me on it." Robin replied.
"...Regardless, I don't think it would do to have two tacticians ridings taguels." Panne said. "I saw Yarne and Morgan practicing mounted combat. They seemed to be practicing for a while, as they were quite exhausted…"
Robin looked at the taguel with a deadpan expression. He reached into his desk and pulled out a flask.
"...I'm beginning to suspect that they weren't practicing mounted combat." Panne commented. "But why would Morgan be on top?"
Robin took a swig of the flask. "I really don't want to continue this conversation." He gestured to Panne with the flask. "Want some?"
"...No." She said.
"What if I put a carrot in it?" Robin asked.
"...OK." She said.
"Well, you're still fired." Robin said, as he pulled out a cup and a bag of baby carrots.
"I accept that. I suspect you have your reasons." Panne said.
"Alright. Still want that drink?" Robin asked.
"I walked in on my child mating." She said. "I would."
"I suspect you would. Sounds like he was the bitch." Panne glared at him. "That's my girl."
Morgan and Yarne's respective chapters are one's I'm pretty excited to write, although they are a bit far off.
In case you were wondering, I also already know what I'm doing for the wife, Priam, and the ending chapters.