Mechanon and the Space Mares 7 - Easter Robbit

>The mess hall of a pony base was a little irregular.
>Their government emphasized unity and bonding, leaving their military friendlier than they probably should be.
>The relaxed atmosphere of the dining was one of those times.
>Furniture and spaces for any race imaginable was provided, with safety walkways and transit walks to stay out of the path of a giant pony’s hooves.
>You were hanging on a railing for one of those walkways when a familiar figure approached.
>Etched in English on a helmet perched above her happy expression, is her self-given designation.
>You say her name curtly, and with a slight air of suspicion.
“Daisy.”
>”Good morning, human!” she says through your personal translator’s monotone, womanly voice.
>You pause at her greeting and glance at a large screen displaying strange symbols.
“It’s the afternoon.”
>”Not on Earth it’s not!” she chirps in her sing-song voice.
>”In fact, it’s Easter!”
>Had it really been that long?
>When was training supposed to end, again?
>”I researched this human day of celebration and I have procured a bunny!”
“You bought a bunny for Easter?”
>She shakes her head and holds up some hulking metallic rabbit that you grimly note is built to her scale, making it easily the size of a small mech.
>“I couldn’t ship a live rabbit from Earth so I found a robot!”
>“Draw,” the robot comments.
“That’s not what rabbits say.”
>Daisy frowned at the inaccuracy.
>”Are you sure? Sounds like an animal noise to me.”
“No, that’s more of a statement.”
>”Really? But it even lays eggs!”
“What."
>”Sure,” Daisy says, followed by a mechanical click.
>A hatch pops open on the back of the rabbit and a colorful egg plops to the ground.
>Did you mention the egg was about the size of a car?
>The rabbit seems about as surprised as you are, craning its head to see what just happened.
>Through its emotionless face, you sense confusion and embarrassment.
>”T-tada!” Daisy says, standing proudly, “Are you impressed, human?”
“Um, yes.”
>"Good! I also found a chocolate-like substance for authentic human food!"
>She steps out of the way with a big smile, making room for a pony-scaled basket filled with more colorful eggs and giant golden coins.
>She drops the robot gently to the floor and gestures to the basket.
>"Behold, I have the colored eggs and the basket, the rabbit and the gold doubloons!"
"Where did you get giant gold coins? That's not even Easter."
>Daisy tilted her head to the side as she listened intently to her translator piping into to her ears.
>She took a few steps back and fished a coin out of the basket.
>"Sure it is, edible coins!"
"That doesn't look like a foil wrapper, how can you eat it?"
>"Like this!" she cheerfully exclaimed and bit down on the coin, utterly obliterating it to pieces, wrapping and all.
>When she pauses mid-chew to show her teeth, they're coated in chunks of chocolate like a cargo container full of the stuff had exploded.
>Bits of shining metal decorate it like sparkling glitter.
>Maybe it's just you, but it looks sharp, and that's ignoring the strange twinkling effect even though no lights are moving.
>"See? Safe!"
>Aliens are weird