"Better save 'em for Jack. I won't get any of them."

Being oblivious to pop culture made a few of Jack's jokes fly right over his head, but he'd learned to identify the sound of them.

"Wrong, mate. I'm the manifestation of my own self, and the whole fabric of the universe changing is what brought you here." He decided to put a hold on attempting to check the kid over, to try to get him to calm down first. "Besides, if you were looking for the familiar, would your subconscious really manifest the Easter Bunny as a six-foot-one master of t'ai chi?" Bunny cocked an eyebrow. "Usually when you mortals try to give me an image, you throw in more top hats."

Which . . . why? Just, why.

"And pink. Which is fine - I like pink - but I never understand the top hats."

Hats would get in the way of his ears please people.