Because he had been forced to intervene in the careful plan
to get information from the Hit Rabit, it was incumbent upon the Wabbit to buy
lunch. So he chose a rather swishy venue that he thought might impress. And he
was absolutely right. Sensing his advantage, he decided to kick off the
discussion. "What was that for a sort of adventure?" he asked.
"I thought it was turning into a mini-series," laughed Lapinette.
"A mini series, that's just the job," said Wabsworth. "My data
banks indicate that a mini-series is overdue." "Not soapy
enough," smiled the Wabbit. "No melodrama!" "I thought it
was a buddy movie," said Lapinette, "in which the female was
relegated to the background." "What will you have to eat?" asked
the Wabbit, quickly handing Lapinette the menu without prices. "Artichoke
roulade," said Lapinette with a smirk. The Wabbit mentally kissed goodbye
to a week's wages but felt it worthwhile. "We've been getting letters
from the Sombrero Galaxy," said Lapinette. "Oh really?" said the
Wabbit. "It's just a scam. Pay no attention." "I expect
they're fed up with new people that don't pay their fares," said
Wabsworth. "They need to be more tolerant of outsiders," smirked the
Wabbit. "Perhaps we can interest them in bio-diversity."
"Bio-diversity is old hat," said Wabsworth. "The notion of the umbrella species has quite put paid to all that tosh." "An umbrella
species like us rabbits!" laughed Lapinette. "I prefer
flagship species," said the Wabbit.
