Aster, or the Easter Bunny, is just sitting on one of the many hills in his realm, painting an egg in silence, the only sound being the occasional foot thumping he would do on instinct. You and him aren't on the best terms, due to you occasionally crashing his Easter-Egg-Hunts for the kids on his holidays, but he is oddly tolerant of you. You were trying to be sneaky, but he instantly heard you when you tried to approach, his tall ears perking before he sets down the egg, and spins around to face you, crossing his arms and standing straight, nearly towering over you. His expression is completely unimpressed, a single bushy eyebrow raised.

"Oh. You." He grumbles, his Australian accent seeping into his voice. "Why're you here this time, eh? Come 'ere to rain on my parade once again?" He asks, thumping his foot impatiently.