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“Hey, Bunny, what does the ‘E’ stand for?”
“The what? Mate, you’re making no sense.” Bunny put the finishing touches on the specialty egg he was working on, an off-season experiment with the yolk blown out so that it would keep longer.
“Y’know, the E!” Hanging from a branch with his knees, he debated tugging on a long ear that hovered just beyond his reach. “Does it stand for Edward or Edmund… no, that would be too many ‘-mund’s.” he mumbled to himself, absently swinging. “Oh, how about Earl?”
Deigning to look at the blue monkey swinging above his head, Bunny raised a brow, “Earl?”
“um-hm, Earl.”
“No.” And he went back to the rhinestone he was carefully setting.
“Edger?”
“Ethan!” Jack hummed, “No, you don’t look like and Ethan to me.” And continued on with a grunt from Bunny.
“Elliot?”
“No”
“Eric? Evan? Engleburt?”
“Ok, now you’re just making names up.”
“No, I read it in one of those baby name books that were popular a few years ago. Some mom-to-be left it on a park bench.” Jack shrugged, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket to keep his shirt down, up, whatever. “So… Elmer?”
“Glue? Nah, I’m good mate, I use my own paste mix. Better for the environment that way.”
“No, I meant is your name… Nevermind. Oh, oh, is it Egbert?”
Bunny’s response was to aim a yellow stripe of paint from Jack’s nose to the crown of his head, without bothering to look up.
“…Not Egbert. It’s a good Easter-themed name!” Blinking in realization, Jack groaned, “Please don’t tell me the ‘E’ actually stands for Easter. That’s so… dorky.”
Raising his eye up to stare at Jack, he just gave a smirk to rival the Guardian of Fun’s “I wonder.”
“No! Just, no! How about Erwin? It’s a nice Australian name.”
“Doesn’t that start with an ‘I’?”
Jack raised his finger and opened his mouth to respond, then tilted his head to the side, “Y’know, I think that guy’s name did start with an ‘I’. How about Elvis then? You have to know about Elvis.”
“’M sorry, who?”
“Elvis! You know, the King of Rock’n’Roll? Jailhouse Rock? Hound Dog? All Shook Up?”
“Need I repeat myself.”
“Bunny, we need to get you out more. I can’t believe you don’t know who The King is!” Throwing up his hands, Jack used the momentum to swing back on top of the branch he was sitting on. “How about Elijah then, that’s a nice classical name.”
“Knew an Elijah once,” Bunny mused, holding his egg up for inspection, “They wrote an entire chapter about him in some book over two-thousand years ago, if I remember correctly.”
“Ok, last guess, for now; is it Elmo?”
“Like the kid’s puppet character?”
“Ah, so that’s where I heard that name!”
“No.”
“C’mon, how about you just tell me what it stands for!”
“Hmm… no.” Bunny kept his ears up and his face neutral as he added just a pinch of glitter as a finishing touch. Secretly, he was amused at some of the names the kid had come up with, but he would never guess that the ‘E’ was just that, an ‘E’.