“I don’t remember,” Spoons answered with a soft frown. “But I got a saved image ‘a me standin’ in front’a it, so I know I was dere!”
“…How big is dis place?” She could accept one, maybe two giant instruments, but more than that was just crazy! ..Right?
Leaning on the bunny cane, she bent a leg to inspect the bottom of her foot. She flexed the two spring-loaded panels. “I’d prolly slide a lot.”
The White Rabbit nodded, accepting Spoon’s answer.
“...how big is it? I ain’t never tried ta measure it, if if if that’s what yer askin.” Cheshire’s brows pulled together as he tried to concentrate. “Well we’ve gotta upstairs and middle floor and then it kinda spirals down...” Another pause before he finally came up with the appropriate calculations and nodded his head with a light creak. “I-I-I’d say it’s thiiiiiiiss big.” The copper cat. outstretched his arms wide.
The White Rabbit shook his head. Well, he wasn’t wrong, per se. Knowing exactly how big the manor was, was nearly impossible, even for the cat who archived the manor. Rooms were always being added, and on the outside, from what Bunny knew, it had retained its original size.
“An-anyway, let’s go find us a guitar room, eh? Kin ya play guitar, Miss Spoons?”
