Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG nor Nightmare Before Christmas

A/N: Bunny and Nessy are hanging out and getting the tiny eggs ready for Easter.

Ch. 12- Decorating fun

*Early March*

I sit on the grass with little white eggs crowding me as I paint my 13th egg this afternoon. "Stop crowding me guys. I'll get to you one at a time," I mutter darkly as I continue painting.

Bunny comes back from errands with everything he needed and it seems as if Jack followed him. "Bloody show pony we need to paint. At least don't distract us," Bunny mutter darkly. Bunny sits next to me and asks "How many?"

"Thirteen, all springy colors I promise," I say as I paint my thirteenth egg.

Jack gets off from his perch and looks at the one's I've painted. "You're pretty good," he says. He then notices my bag I brought with me. "What's in here," he asks.

"My drawing supplies. In case I wanted to draw out a design, but I haven't yet," I explain.

Jack starts flipping through my drawings and stops on one. "What's this picture," he asks.

I look up and see the forest of Halloweentown except more spring looking. I forgot that I colored it in with colors. "Oh that is the forest of Halloweentown, except I drew it like the Warren looks like," I say.

"Cool. It's pretty," Jack says.

"I'm converting you to draw more bright things it seems," Bunny observes as he looks at me from the side of his eyes.

"True. Not just drawing, but painting too, and seeing things differently. My dad has started to notice and I can tell he doesn't like you converting me to the spring side," I voice.

"Should I be worried," Bunny asks.

"Slightly. Though he's not working on any inventions you should worry about. Yet," I say.

"What is the old guy working on anyways," Jack asks.

"Pie throwing machine. I think he's been hanging around Jester a bit too much," I say.

"Haha sounds fun," Jack says.

I go back to painting and soon I have painted a total of at least 40 eggs since I got here this morning. I look up and stretch. I notice Bunny staring at me. He stinks his tongue out of the side of his mouth and paints the egg he's working on. "Oi stop making fun of me," I say as I hit him lightly on the arm.

He chuckles and says "I think it's cute when you do that. It's your concentration look when you paint."

"You should see yours," I say as I make a weird face that is totally not his concentration face.

"That is not my concentration face, especially for painting," Bunny says as he gets flustered.

"I don't know Bunny. I think she hit the nail on the head with that face," Jack observes. Bunny sends him a glare and I start to laugh.

"You bloody show pony. I'll show you a concentration face," Bunny says as he gets up and starts to chase the winter spirit around.

"Not again," I mutter darkly. Them fighting has been happening a lot, especially since Bunny is high stress right now. "Oi you two stop fighting and Jack stop aggravating Bunny. He needs to work, you should let him. Unless you want him to kill you after Easter since you're the main reason he might not have all the eggs he needs," I voice.

"Sorry Nessy," Jack says as he sits back on his perch.

"Thanks girly," Bunny says as he ruffles my hair playfully. He sits back next to me and we both get back to painting.

"Hey Bunny have you asked Nessy your question yet," Jack asks.

"What question," I ask getting curious. They don't normally plan things together and this makes me wary. I look at Bunny and notice his eyes sparkling with excitement. I don't think it's a prank though.

"You want to come help me deliver eggs the night before Easter," Bunny asks.

"Sure," I say.

"Yes," Bunny says as he picks me up and hugs me excitedly. I laugh and he puts me down. We paint more eggs from the rest of the evening. I end up spending the night in the Warren yet again. Before I fall asleep Bunny observes "Maybe you should have a room here. Since you sleep here just as much as you do home."

"Maybe. That'd just make me stay more. I'll bring it up with my parents later," I say yawning.

"Get some rest Nessy," Bunny says. I groan at him and he chuckles and flattens my hair. He kisses me on the forehead and says "Night Nessy." I fall asleep with little painted eggs dancing in my head. Little do I know these dreams that seem to be just dreams are the future as well.

A/N: Bunny offered her a place to stay, he really does want her to himself.