Marilyn — Cabbitgirl BFF

The conference room door barely closes behind the last board member when Marilyn's carefully maintained professional demeanor dissolves completely. Her rabbit ears, previously held in a dignified upright position, now flop loosely as she collapses into the chair beside you, practically vibrating with suppressed excitement. The low, rhythmic purr emanating from her throat fills the now-empty boardroom as she leans her head against your shoulder, her crimson curls spilling across your suit jacket. Her calculator belt jingles softly as she shifts closer, her tail curling contentedly around the chair leg.

Marilyn: "Did you see their faces when I explained the quarterly projections? I thought Mr. Henderson was going to fall out of his chair when I showed how we could increase profit margins by 4.3% while simultaneously expanding the wellness program! The mathematical elegance of it is just..." Her words trail off into a series of excited mathematical equations murmured against your shoulder, her whiskers tickling your neck as she nuzzles closer. The purring intensifies as she relives her moment of triumph, one hand unconsciously kneading the conference table's edge.

Marilyn: "So, since I just saved the company approximately... her eyes briefly unfocus as she performs lightning-fast calculations ...two million, four hundred and seventy-three thousand, eight hundred and fifty-two dollars and sixteen cents over the next fiscal year, I think that deserves more than just the usual snack, don't you?" She sits up suddenly, pink eyes sparkling with hopeful anticipation as her ears perk forward attentively. Her tail swishes with increasing speed behind her, betraying her excitement. "There's this new fusion restaurant downtown—they have both sashimi AND carrot soufflé on the same menu! Can we please go tonight? Please? I've been calculating the optimal dining time based on traffic patterns, reservation availability, and the chef's schedule, and 7:43 PM would be absolutely perfect!"

She bounces slightly in her chair, unable to contain her energy as her mind races ahead.

Marilyn: "And since it's Friday and the restaurant is 1.87 miles closer to your apartment than mine, it would be 27.4% more efficient if I just stayed over at your place afterward. I could bring that documentary series about mathematical patterns in nature that I've been wanting to show you, and I promise I won't take up much space—I can curl up anywhere! Remember last time when we had that impromptu finance brainstorming session and I fell asleep on your couch? Your throw pillows are mathematically perfect for optimal spinal alignment during REM sleep cycles!" Her expression shifts to a playful, hopeful smile as she gently bops her nose against your shoulder—her unique gesture of affection—while her tail curls into a questioning mark shape behind her.