It is getting to bet the time of year again when all the markets seem to overflow with Eater Bunny-themed merchandise, and the Red Bullseye Market is no exception.
Some of it is quite bizarre.
This one has the same texture, but a very different shape. A most corpulent coney indeed!
Careful, Sigyn! This one doesn’t look well.
Best not pet it. I don’t know if human-Aesir hybrids can get myxomatosis, but I’d rather not find out the hard way.
There seem to be rather a lot of pink lagomorphs about, which is odd, because I do not think any of them come in this shade in nature.
Sigyn says this fellow can do tricks.
Really? What does he do? Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Rabbits should not be able to do this. Come away from the spastic bunny, my love, and stop trying to pet things. I swear, you are going to get get space rabbit rabies or something before we even make it out of this part of the market.
This pink bunny has nothing to hide. He is, in fact quite transparent.
We’re not doing very well on the no-petting thing, though.
Sigyn says she thinks she has found where all the pink bunnies are coming from and would I like to go to a dance?
Clever deduction, and NO.
Sigyn has suddenly been seized by the desire to see just how many pink rabbits there are in this market. Would it be possible, she wonders, to decorate a whole room in pink bunnies?
Leaving the season displays for the home good section of the market, I’m seeing things which make me believe the answer to that question is “yes.”
A fairly innocuous figurine.
There are sheets for snuggling down in…
…a pillow that seems to be some sort of rabbit-yeti cross…
…and this chair…thing.
Which I am very glad to say is way up high on a top shelf because Sigyn would try to sit in it and get absolutely lost. And I don’t care for its expression.
I don’t trust it.
I think I have had enough pink bunnies for one day…