Blueberry Bunny Boy

“Hi, welcome to Rabbit Food. I’m Theo, the owner.I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

The red-headed young man turned his gaze towards me. His eyes were incredible. I thought they were a shade of blue before, but close up, I could now see they were in fact, a gorgeous shade of lavender.

He nodded vigorously. “It says yu do takeaway?” he asked.

“We do,” I confirmed.

He waved at the salad bar. “I’d like two of those, to go, please. Only moe sunflower seends. Like, ten times that much, I think.”

“Two salads with a side container of sunflower seeds, sure, we cna do that.” I could fill a small dessert cup with seeds. I’ve done that before for a customer who wanted to be able to graze on he seeds at her desk as she worked.

“I don’t need the table thing,” he said.

I blinked. “Table thing?”

“Yeah, you know, the table thing you’ve got it all on. Or the dishes. Jus some boxes and oh, you can leave the sauces.” Table? Sauces? He wasn’t finished confusing me, it appeared, as he continued, “How much? Credit card okay? Oh, if the price is good, I’ll be coming in every day for the same order, or maybe larger. The bunnies and chickens and ducks eat a LOT.”

I stared at him. Bunnies? My eyes went to the bunny ears he was wearing. Oh…I got it now. I narrowed my eyes at him. So that’s how Jason wanted to play it, huh? That sub had been unattached and it had been entirely his call which dom at the club he wanted to play with that night. He’d told me he’d show me who was the better dom, but I never expected my friend to go so far to prank me to do it. Fine, I’d play along.

“Sure, kid. I can’t sell you that table anyway as I need it for the customers who want to order a salad for their lunch today. But I can definitely box up a couple salads so your bunny and duck can have a feast.”

“Bunnies and ducks and chicks,” he corrected, following me to the counter.

I stepped back behind it and began to ring him up. “Two large salads with a side container of sunflower seeds comes to seventeen nienty-five. Would you like to round it up to eighteen by adding a five cent donation to the Rainforest preservation Fund?”

“Five cents? Don’t you mean five dollars?” He looked genuinely confused. God, this kid was good! He almost had me fooled, even.

“If it was five dollars, that would make your order nearly eighteen hundred dollars,” I pointed out.

“Well, it is a lot of salad,” he mused. “It sounds fair. I mean, it;s all organic nd locally grown, right?”

“It is,” I said, staring at him. I had the sneaking suspicion that Jason had not sent this guy. I was getting a strong vibe that he genuinely thought that eighteen hundred dollars was a fair price for two salads. My eyes widened. Oh! Had he meant two salad bars worth of salad? “Um, you’re not asking for two servings of salad are you?” I asked him, reaching under the counter to hold up the appropriate size to-go box.

“What? No, I need two of those, just not with the tabke or the saces,” he replied, turning to point at the salad bar again.

I heard Greta snicker behind me. “Are you buying animal feed?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” he nodded earnestly. “I’m the Kringle Enterprises Feed and Seed rep assigned to this area. I have to get enough stuff to sipplement what we have aleady back in Bunnyville.”

Greta guffawed. “Bunnyville. Good one! I bet the kids love the place. What time is it open? I’ll bering my son.”

The kid looked as confused as I felt. “No, you can’t…um, it’s not open to the public.”

“You have an Easter themed petting zoo and it’s not open to the public?” she pressed.

He looked really flustered now. I took a deep breath, suprirsed when the overwhleming scent of blueberries flilled my nose. I rested my forearms n th top of the register, trying to not make it obvious that I was chasing tha scent. Yup, the smell was coming from him. I fought the sudden urge to leap over the counter and give him a lick to se if he tasted as good as he smelled.

“This is a cafe,” I said gently. “We sell individual portions.”

He looked around the cafe, as if only seeing the tables and the customers eating at them for the first time. Had he really been so obvlivious?

“Oh!” he saod, smacking his palm against his forehead. “I saw the sign and thought-“

“Rabbit food, yeah, I get it,” Greta chortled some more.