For the second time, there's the cave, the hatch, the ladder, the figure she now knows is called Inger Lint, and the light at the other end of the cave. This time, though, Avi also notices the hot air behind her, and inquires, "Hey, what about the giant rabbit?"
"Oh, right, yes," Inger Lint grumbles, "I'll take care of Graham the Verocious."

"Graham the Verocious?"
Inger Lint pulls a large wobbly piece of rabbit food from a pocket inside his robe and holds it up in front of the giant rabbit's shelter in the far end of the cave. "It started as a joke when he was small," he grunts, before throwing the food up in the air.

"THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU'LL WANT TO RUN"
"AH YES A JOKE, I SEE"
"I SAID IT STARTED THAT WAY"