Title: Rabbit Season
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Double drabble (200 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know.
Written for: Sage Theory thought that Fred and Spike should agree on something that nobody thinks they would agree on.


"Whatcha lookin' at, Harm?" Spike leaned over Harmony's desk. "Tch. Surfin' the web on company time. Bad girl."

"Look!" She pointed to her screen. "Bunnies on Google Image search! Aren't they just the cutest things?"

"Mmm." Spike waggled his eyebrows. Winding her up was going to be fun. "They look delicious."

She smacked his arm. "That's not funny!"

"No, really, there was this little place in Germany in World War Two," he reminisced. "Dru and I ate there. After we'd sampled the patrons, the cook was afraid we'd eat him too, so he made us his specialty, hasenpfeffer. After we tried it, we agreed that to eat such an artist with food would be a crime."

"Hasen-whatta?"

"Rabbit stew, Harm. Haven't you ever seen a Bugs Bunny cartoon?"

"Ew! Spike!" Harmony snagged Fred, walking by her desk. "Fred! Tell him how disgusting he's being!"

Fred had only caught the tail end of the conversation. "What, rabbit stew? Oh, yeah, my daddy used to bring home a couple of jackrabbits for the pot every once in awhile. It was yummy."

Harmony turned her back on them. "Okay, you're both just sick puppies. I'm not talking to either of you anymore. Meanies."