There days Much always seemed at odds with himself, and Mary hoped that it wasn't something she was bringing out in him. (No, that was cruel. If she was hoping it wasn't her, then she was hoping that he was always at odds. Mary wouldn't wish that on anyone, knowing full well how draining and dire that felt.)
"Two hearts sounds like a great number of hearts," Mary nodded, following him and sitting down at the kitchen table. "Everything right now smells amazing. I'm starving!" She wasn't though. She just hadn't eaten for a good number of hours, but Mary knew what actual starving felt like and it wasn't the delightful grumble of anticipation that came from the smell of garlic bread.
A rabbit appeared at Mary's feet and she reached down so she could deposit him on her lap, fingers running through his soft fur. "Hi there, Rebel," she said. "I always forget how huge you are." It felt oddly suitable for Saint Mary Magdalene, patron of Easter festivities, to be holding onto a bunny as she recovered from the day itself.