That almost easter-egg type heart honestly has Reira rather distracted for a bit. Too distracted actually, and rather abruptly (as often occurs in dreams) Reira is right there, tilting her head around and all over to try and look at it.

"...Why do you have a magic egg?" Reira asks, apparently not really paying attention to the conversations now. "...Is it a candy egg? Is it cooking?" she wonders, blinking at the fire.

She only now realizes that yes, there were questions she was supposed to answer. "A lot of people say you can't trust rabbits. But rabbits are still nice, and mean well, I think." Or at least, this particular rabbit did.

"...Cats are nice too though," she adds, apparently hoping she hasn't been too rude.