After having made furiously passionate love, Mary and Jeremiah lay on the floor, slightly winded.
"That was... well, if someone told me when I woke up I'd be here, doing this... I'd have laughed them up one way and down another." Jeremiah says as he slowly gets up and stretches, bobbing up and down on his large rabbit-feet.
"You complaining?" Mary asks, laying on her side, propped up on an elbow.
"Oh no, no. This is definitely.... an experience, that's for sure. It's just not anything I thought was physically possible. Where did you get those things again?"
"The mail."
"Good thing we had Emma look at 'em..."
"Agreed. Wanna go get something to eat? My next door neighbor's got quite a nice vegetable garden in his backyard, and he's out of town..."
"You're joking. WE can't do that."
"Why not? You don't wanna misbehave a bit?"