[ The clothes, people, and air ship itself scream fantasy theme park to him. He can only assume the woman is acting in-character at all times, just like in Disneyland.
He'll indulge her — she's just doing her job. ]
Islands? Sounds like you've come a long way. Going somewhere?
Thank god.
[ He's not in the mood for song. Then again, when is he?
Another sip and he's grateful the rabbit has good taste.
Still, he keeps his guard up. Observes the other from beneath thick lashes. ]
Guess not. You look more like a yokai. Is that what you are?
Ever so young, just a babe the kit was when he was told about the tale of Alice In Wonderland. It seems his memory of his merry childhood. . for the most part that is.
❝Oh—! See, now, yes. I am a rabbit but such a song, I don't sing.❞
The kit then hums before waving a —