"He says the flowers make them, and they have legs when they first drop out," Saturday says, trying to remember. "And the early ones he paints himself, but the rest just get a dip in the paint river? Sounded like magic or spirit stuff to me."

The memories exert a certain gravitational pull; Saturday pushes against it, and focuses on Easter Bunnies.

"He doesn't act like a spirit, though. They're usually really cryptic and rude, Bunny's nice."