Mother's Helping Hand/Virgin/Bunnykin/Mother/Savanah/Flirt/Arm/Back up/Condoms/Entertain/Talk/Ask/Maybe/Privacy/Spy/Next/Reject/Dinner/Biology/AOC/After dinner

"Can we... please talk about this later?" You ask to pretty much the entire room. "I'd like to get to know both of them over dinner before we start on this whole subject."

"Hmmm..." Your mother responds with a somewhat stiff smile. "Well, I suppose that's what Miss Darkhare was originally invited here for in the first place, so I suppose we'd better move things along after all."

"Mmm.." Savanah nods. "I'm sorry Jack, are you angry? I knew I shouldn't talk about it right now, but..."

"No! No. It's fine!" You throw up your hands and explain. "It's just... I know the way bunnykin do things is a little different, don't worry, I'm not going to hold anything against you." You scramble a little bit for the correct words to calm her down. You could probably make her happy enough to forget everything if you just told her you're planning to fuck her after dinner, but you've also gotta keep up this hard to get act that seems to be the thing that really makes bunny girls hot for a guy. Fortunately, she seems to be even worse at dealing with human men than you are at dealing with any type of girl. Her nervousness almost makes you seem confident by comparison. "It's just..." You continue, "I'm fine with you making some mistakes, but I'd still like to do this a little bit in the human's way, which means we shouldn't talk about sex before we've even been on a date, right?"

"Uhh... yeah, I guess." Savanah says with her ears drooping.

"Jack honey." Your mom cuts in, "how about you go set the table?"

"Uhh... sure." You respond and then leave the room, glad for the opportunity to get out before you dig yourself into some kind of hole. Savanah somehow looked hurt by your words, you don't really understand what went wrong there.

"It's Ok, you're doing great." You overhear your mother, clearly talking loud enough for you to catch her words.

"Really?" Savanah responds.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure if you play your cards right here you might be able to get what you want before you even go home tonight." Your mother tells her.

"What!? But he just said not to talk about... 'it' until after we've been on a date!"

"Well, having dinner together actually can be considered a date." Your mother tells her. "It will be fine, I know my son, you're actually doing a lot better than you think. You noticed how interested he was in Emily, right? You're the only person who could easily give him what you can with such an adorable little girl. I bet he'd love to have both of you. He's just nervous about it because he doesn't want to scare either of you or make you feel pressured into it."

"What!? Really?" Savanah has a bit of a strange, almost contemptuous edge to her voice.

"Yes, really." Your mother says. "That's how human courtship works. There's a lot of consideration for each other. Don't you lie to me and tell me you'd be fine with it if he tried to push you down and have you the moment you walked in the door like a repeat of those guys you met when you snuck out."

"Well... I..." Savanah stammered.

"So you see?" Your mother asks. "That's the reason why a lot of bunny girls like you really like human men like Jack. You just had a bad first encounter. Those were boys, inexperienced and they didn't know how to treat a woman right. Jack is a man. He will take care of you and be considerate."

"Mmm... th... thank you mistress." Savanah groveled. "Wh... why are you helping me so much?"

"Oh?" Your mother responds. "I'm not helping you, I'm helping my son. I'm helping because he actually does like you. He's just a little awkward about showing it still, so I gotta make sure you're not misunderstanding his intentions. Did you know he actually went out to buy some condoms today?"

You nearly drop the fork you were in the middle of placing on the table when your mother drops that one. The heck is she telling her!?

"R-really!?" Savanah responds with an excited tone to her voice.

• Shout at your mom to make her stop saying embarrassing stuff
• Stop and listen to see how this conversation concludes
• You're finished setting the table, head back to the living room and rejoin them.