"Excellent," said Much, with a pleased smile, just as Mary's knock came at the door. He swung himself up off their chair (startling the young rabbit with the sudden movement) and bounded over. Friendly was good, Much could do friendly, and friendly with fucking was ideal. Anything else might be a bit too heavy.
God, she was pretty, though, he was never going to stop being surprised by how much. He beamed at her as he opened the door. "Am I ever?" he replied. "But first come in and meet our son!"