Artificial green grass lined the basket. Lush green grass carpeted the lawn, tickling bare feet. The Huntress stalked her prey, giggles floating on the morning air.
"Rupert," the voice behind him said softly, "it's too soon for her to be up."
"We hatched an early bird, my love, she's awake every morning at sunrise."
A crow of discovery echoed back to them as the prize was found. "Look, Daddy, another one." Grass green eyes glowed happily.
"Good show, sweetheart, keep looking."
Buffy sat on the step behind him, encircling him in her arms. He kissed her hand. "Happy Easter, love."