Bunny's eyes narrow as Mac draws ahead and he drops to all fours for one big lope to catch up. This happens consistently, him falling slightly behind while walking upright compared to a human's longer stride, and making up the distance in one dull body jump. They're not moving on from the topic that easily.

"How is that the part you find hard to believe? You know someone else who's claiming the title? Met a lotta talking rabbits in your time?"

The actual talking rabbit scoffs back with so much certainty at the idea of other talking rabbits. He lacks so much certainty about things going back past half a century or so, but there's just a bottomless sureness to this assumption. If he were not the only one of what he is, he'd know. He'd have a name, for example.

"Rooftop, Abe. I could use a sunrise."