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[dialo]

[Those are things Teufel knows, actually, and she drops back into serious mode.]

Don't really feed carrots to rabbits, you must hurt them. They're much more suited for leafy vegetables.

[keybearer]

Wait, really?

[His eyes fly wide open, and he blinks a few times.]

Huh. Then I wonder where the whole rabbit and carrots thing even came from.

*might hurt them

[dialo]

I don't know. I think that stereotype is older than me, and it's not really something I've looked into.

[Though, now that she's thinking about it...]

Why is it that even different worlds think rabbits enjoy carrots when they don't? You'd think some of us would get the right idea.

[keybearer]

Heh. And how old are you again?

[It's said with a half a smile, and he fully expects another puzzle piece to the face. Buuut until that happens, he'll carry on like it's no big deal.]

Maybe it's some cosmic coincidence? Cats are lactose intolerant, but people associate them with milk, so...

[Human stupidity? It's all he can think of.]

[dialo]

Sixteen. How old are you?

[She figures he's not that much older than her... probably. She hopes he's not or that'd be creepy.]

One of the mysteries of the universe.

[keybearer]

Technically? Almost eighteen.

[Maybe even almost nineteen? He shuts his eyes for a moment, fingers tapping at the edge of the table.]

But my body's probably closer to sixteen.

[dialo]

That explains why I couldn't guess quite right...

Does it bother you? I don't quite understand how aging works for humans.

[For demons, they'd age up until their twenties or so and then stay that way until they died.]