Two months and three weeks later. Jazz and Eva, after unmentioned battle quests of varying degrees, now have a baby bunny of almost two months.

"This is true my loved one, but you must not feel the ways I need more carrots. My bones are popping out of my skin, and I don't even have the energy to comb my hair."

"But Jazz, we both need to be here for the baby, or he will escape! I can catch him on my side, and you can catch him on your side. This is how protecting the family works- it only takes one chance for his misguided leap of faith, and there is no telling what trouble he will hop off into."

"Mommy, daddy, you are morons," cried the otherwise-nameless Homegrown Youngblood. He was only a few weeks away from sexual maturity, and was not sure why he had to be caught up between his two overbearing parents. Eating grass and defeating foes seemed like an easy enough task in their meadow, even if he did get lost.

Jazz smacked his son. "Do you expect me to keep waiting around until we are forced to drink grassbroth with no ingredients? I have barely moved since you gave birth! You thoughtless dut, I am fetching some carrot ale. Complain to the kid, for all I care."

Mrs. Jackrabbit laughed madly, though quietly, at her male partner's claim. "Okay, but how are you going to escape from the cage I put you in after you got me out of mine?" Jazz opened his eyes from unnatural hibernation-like rest and growled as his wife turned the lock and dangled the house keys in front of him and the child.

"You are TRULY INSANE! This is unfair to everyone. Fine, let's starve ourselves trying to eat like cows."

This statement comparing his wife to a cow deeply offended Eva, and she released a passionate response:

"You ignorant son of a hare! Get out of here now." She grabbed Jazz and threw him out. While she was busy doing that, Homegrown Youngblood took the moment to dash away from home, despite not being sure of his plan. Both he and Jazz were to spend years, or months which would seem like years to a rabbit in a non-seasonal off-Earth climate, separate from their nuclear family. Eva, realizing her solitude, stared relaxingly at the setting sun. All that she could do was hope their future would be bright and try to make do for the time being.

She mosied over to the local stream; she'd spent months caring for her child without fresh water. The taste of live microbes and sediment reinvigorated her youthful sense of what it means to be a rabbit, but while she was noticing this flavor, a doe came to her across from the other side.

This was commonly unheard of because deer civilization was not in the same neighborhood as rabbit civilization! Eva wasn't sure whether to initiate conversation, flee or attack, so she stood, stared, and panicked. Was this creature about to viciously squash her brains with her hooves and drag her carcass back to the savage dwelling spot of the deer tribe? Instead, the doe calmly ignored Eva's fretting and began drinking water. Eva returned to this process as well, now forgetting her desire for a sudden next move.