The market stall was on the street, and it was a tight squeeze to get past. The Wabbit poked various things. But he either had most of them or didn't want them. He noticed Lapinette sidling up at the far end. "Wabbit, you've got most of these things!" The Wabbit pretended not to care. "I haven't got a left- handed aubergine peeler!" he exclaimed. "You don't need one," responded Lapinette, "you're ambidextrous." The Wabbit considered very carefully. "What about a thing for bashing other things." Lapinette jumped up and down. "We have three already." The Wabbit knew the stall had enough stuff to furnish three kitchens. "I'm looking for an unobtainable item," he confessed. Lapinette had been hearing this for years. "There's no such thing," she said. She folded her paws. "Anyway, there's no point looking here, you need to go to the right market." The Wabbit's paw dropped on a kitchen utensil. "No!" shouted Lapinette. He tried again. "
No," yelled Lapinette, "we have a drawerful of these already!" The Wabbit smiled. "Which market do you suggest?" "The non existing market," mocked Lapinette. "Oh. the dystopian fantasy market?" replied the Wabbit. "That's highly niche," said Lapinette, "As niche as a dark web market." The Wabbit grabbed on to the stall - for he felt suddenly dizzy. "Or an NFT market." Lapinette looked serious. "I heard they were as dead as yesterday." "No" said the Wabbit, "As sure as I need a prosecco."
