Anders stared into the window pen and tried to come to grips with just *how many* rabbits were going on. If this many were out here --13? 14? It was hard to tell when they were all in one lump-- and maybe just as many in the back, and at least that many in the woman's house...
Shit.
He gave himself a bit of a mental shake and looked towards her again. "I've got to start somewhere, don't I?" he asked, pulling his hands out of his pockets and waiting for her to offer him a rabbit; it couldn't be that much different than hold a cat, right? Except he never felt like he was going to *break* a cat just by picking it up...