For a moment Billy's afraid of what will happen if Tommy really does wish him up a rabbit, thoughts racing as to how he would take care of it, and keep it hidden from his parents, and what did rabbits even eat?? And then his worries fade when the stuffed rabbit flashes into existence, giving a surprised and relieved sort of laugh.

Billy picks it up, turning it over gently as though he's not quite sure it's solid, and he smiles. "...Well damn. Good job."