Connie glances up right as she's putting the finishing touches on the apple slice, that being sliding her knife just under the peel of the bunny's ears to get them to lift up from the fruit and give it that iconic shape.

She shrugs a shoulder an gestures to the tray of them she'd prepared ahead of time.

"I think it makes them look nice. There's more over there if you want them."

She hasn't yet noticed that the fluff in the boy's lap isn't just from a fuzzy blanket.