Juliana laughed at his comment about mothering. "Well, I imagine your experience as a father is more relevant than mine as a daughter," she pointed out. "The closest thing I've done to mothering is taking care of a few house plants, and my owl. I did have a rabbit for about a week," she remembered, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "But it's in the care of my niece now and in far better hands with her than with me, I think."

Considering that Juliana had purchased the rabbit intending to give it to a werewolf and see whether or not it would be eaten during a full moon (or maimed, mauled, or terrified to death), being a better caretaker of the rabbit was not a particularly high bar. Emma seemed to enjoy the pet, though, so everything had worked out in the end. And science was furthered through its foray into the dark night, so even if it had died it would have been for a worthy cause.