Cotton the Lopunny Plush

Delia's attention shifted to her daughter.

A variety of names surged all about her head, all sorts that could easily fit in this situation. Fluff, Lopsy, Bunny. Stuff like that. But none of that really interested the mother.

"How about..." Delia started and watched the lopunny plush perk up. She took a deep breath. "Cotton?"

The words roll off her tongue and the effects are already clear. The plush began jumping up and down, as if this was somehow the ultimate option in this situation.

"Give me a moment to get that down." the chansey plush explained and pulled out a slip of paper and a pen. What followed, was the jotting down of something. Then their attention was back on Delia. "Now, do you want to join your daughter as a plush?"

Delia let out a sigh.