You hopped down from her shoulder and approached the Bunny Cult members.
Then your friend stepped in front of them.
To her, they were family—no matter how terrible they had been.
That's the beauty of it bro, we study the source material, page after page, book after book... They won't even know we're actually larping...
And when the questions roll in, we use that knowledge to our advantage and we can keep posing like nothing even happened...
You listened to their side of the story.
It turned out they were dangerous ducks who had been expelled from the Bunny Ducks.
They’re not Bunny Ducks.
They’re the Bunny Cult.