Saturday waves a bit at the other two, elaborately cool with the Easter Bunny being a thing. Or at any rate, a man sized bunny with magic powers and an Australian accent who calls himself the Easter Bunny. She's not going to argue with him about it.

Then she listens attentively, and whistles when Stacia's done.

"Okay. So how badly can this backfire? Like just doing an idiot check because experience has this coming to mind first, for example, is there some kind of curse or addictive quality? Just, that's a very useful thing to have just arrive at our doorstep with no hidden fuckery. I don't trust things that useful from unknown benefactors."